NOT YET UHURU

Rain leaks into your shack From the brokeness of your suffering To the pores of your own soul You place buckets on the floor For it not to get wet You have been waiting For your RDP house to be allocated But all is in vain Because your district councillor Does not know your pain I know Nelson Mandela Will live forever in our shackled memories He played his part I also know you wake up every morning Go to work Only to be broke You work hard And the boss makes you nervous But you have to put bread On the table For the children to eat You have traces of Bantu Biko In your deep skinned arteries Because your soul died In a prison cell Until it ressurects Its not yet uhuru