Avenge
How would it be if I came in the night
And planted the spear in your side
Avenging the dead:
Those you have not known,
Those whose scars are hidden,
Those about whom there is no memorial,
Those you only remembered in your celebration?
We did not forget them.
Day after day we kindle the fire
Spreading the flame of our anger
Round your cities,
Round your children
Who will remain the ash-monuments
Witnessing the explosions of our revenge.
Raymond Mazisi Kunene
(1930-2006)
from You Better Believe It.
Paul Breman, ed.
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