Vignettes of a South African Township called Mdantsane

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

One legged man, Poems from Mdantsane

and the one legged man dreamt at
his prosthesis may perhaps be repaired
he probably wont get pressure sores anymore
some socks …
come winter
he remembers a phantom leg
and the excruciating pain
more than that day
shot by
apla members
he still doesn’t understand
why they didn’t kill him
why they shot him, a black pastor
why they laughed at the end
why is liberation so precious now.

Poem and Drawing by Amitabh Mitra
APLA was the armed wing of Pan African Congress

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