Lines from a poem By Sibusisiwe Jonathan
What a plight mine is!
And when will this end?
In their hypocritical preaching of human rights and democracy,
Hear them say: “Everyone has a right to life, a right to fair trial and judgement,
A right to dignity…”
Words have tendency to be idle and harmful if unaccompanied by action.
The rhetoric proceeds, “Every Live matters.”
But they know not…
They are unsure of the extent of my plight,
My daily portion as a black man….
What a plight mine is!
(Her original poem is about black immigrants. It illustrates how they are rarely called expatriates, even if they left their original countries on similar terms as their counterparts. To prevent more George Floyds and more marches, racism should be nabbed even in its subtlest manner, not only when things have gone this bad.)
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Awesome piece of work capturing beautifully the mood of today. ššš
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