POETRY

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I had an awful vision of the future That shook the ground and raised poverty The president just stood and stared Watching my freedom falling apart

Everyone was preparing for a fight, but I wasn’t sure what they were fighting for

I fled in fear Searching for a hiding place that was not there

Ngaqala ngahlangana ikhanda

Ngizibuza, ngiphinde ngiziphendule

Did we give to others way too much, forgetting our people here at home?

Did I need to be rich to enjoy what I fought for? Should I just close my eyes to all this madness? Is there anything called economic democracy?

When everyone is still marching against evictions, When everyone still can’t be granted free electricity, When everyone still fights for drinking water

But why was I running away? When all our rights were being violated

I looked around

Then I realized this was no vision

It is today

Kanti sizokhululeka nini?