Saturday, May 28, 2011

Black butterflies

 I just saw this incredible impressive movie, about Ingrid Jonker, a south African poet who lived in the 60 ies . The actors are all brilliant. I hope this movie will cross boarders as the movie does itself and her poems...This is the poem Nelson Mandela read to the people in 1994 during his first speech for the South African parliament.

The child who was shot dead by soldiers at Nyanga

The child is not dead

The child lifts his fists against his mother

Who shouts Afrika ! shouts the breath

Of freedom and the veld

In the locations of the cordoned heart

The child lifts his fists against his father

in the march of the generations

who shouts Afrika ! shout the breath

of righteousness and blood

in the streets of his embattled pride

The child is not dead

not at Langa nor at Nyanga

not at Orlando nor at Sharpeville

nor at the police station at Philippi

where he lies with a bullet through his brain

The child is the dark shadow of the soldiers

on guard with rifles Saracens and batons

the child is present at all assemblies and law-givings

the child peers through the windows of houses and into the hearts

of mothers

this child who just wanted to play in the sun at Nyanga is everywhere

the child grown to a man treks through all Africa

the child grown into a giant journeys through the whole world

Without a pass

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