THINK AGAIN MY BROTHERS
We know we’re from different mothers
But why should that matter?
Our fathers fought for your fathers
When strangers became their masters.
From far they sowed their seeds
And watered the tree of freedom.
When camouflaged locusts
Swooped on your youths
With munitions meant for men
And painted red the streets of Soweto
With innocent life juice
And the youths knew not where to go….
Our fathers flew from afar
And took many on metal wings
To safety and succour;
Treated them like daughters and sons
Put in their mouths new songs
And in their heads great knowledge
At the risk of the wrath of the greedy masters
Who rolled out sanctions against our fathers
For being their brothers’ keepers.
Didn’t your fathers tell you?
Doesn’t your culture –
That beautiful culture of Ubuntu teach us
That to pay for good with good is good?
If, indeed, we have wronged you
Through omission or commission
And you have tendered your petition
Why should your mission be our perdition
To right our wrong?
And if now you say we are unwanted
What would you do
With your sisters who are now our daughters and sisters;
With our brothers who are now your sons and brothers;
With your nephews who are our cousins;
With your cousins who are our nephews and nieces?
Don’t you see
That you give them cause to rejoice –
They that once took away your joy –
When they see in your hands
Long knives of hate
Threatening to cut asunder
The things that bind us, one to another;
Knowing that together
We ever shall be stronger?
Think again, my brothers!
© Tonykata 2019
From Random Thoughts: A Collection of Essays and Poems by Tony Ekata
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