Poem by Tula Dlamini
Susan
I feel your pain
As you march through the heroes gate
Wondering and waiting for the time
When hate and intransigency shall be a thing of the past
Fret not thyself
None can destroy matter
Only the form changes
Fret not thyself
None can destroy your spirit
For in our memories it shall linger
One day
Very soon
The simplest of our people
Shall demand to know
Who turned the night of joy into a morning of sorrow?
Politicians will politicize
But as Otto Rene Castillo noted
They will be asked by the simplest of our people
“What they did when the poor suffered
When tenderness and life burned out of them?"
Susan
Have no fear
For your table in the next life was prepared before your arrival
And to the children left behind
Know
Some brothers and sisters really do care
NOTE: Susan Nyaradzo Tsvangirai (24 April 1958 - 6 March 2009) was a prominent figure in Zimbabwean politics. She was killed in a car crash. Her husband, Morgan, who had been Prime Minister less than one month at the time of the accident, was injured in the crash which raised suspicions of foul play. Wikipedia has more (Click here)
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