Dont blow that trumpet

(For Hugh)
Don't blow that trumpet
HE is emancipated
Through the vistas of time
The dejection and the kick of HIS trumpet
carries with it an incessant memory
of the melody of protest
of the melody of blackness
of the melody of Africa and the world in one
Rise in Power

Did our brothers have a choice? (Marikana)

(Based on the poem of the same name by Essop Patel for Staffrider Volume 4 April/May 1981)

Did our brothers have a choice between
families drowning in hunger and
 a meagre R12500.00 in wages?

Did our brothers have a choice between
A raging Buffalo charging for platinum and
the solitude of poverty stricken shacks?

Did our brothers have a choice between
going home to their hungry kids and
leaving without goodbye?

Did our brothers have a choice between
the thorn of the barbed wire and
the sting of the R5 bullets?

Did our brothers have a choice between
stopping the gushing blood out of their bullet wounds and
staring death on the face as it trumps?

Did our brothers have a choice between
Home and
Heaven?

Did our brothers have a choice between
The platinum-hell miles and miles underground; and
The hell 6-feet under?

Did our brothers have a choice between
A walk in a park
and a deadly run to a bullet hail?

Mystery

Strangers
In a strange way
They make you look
And before dawn
There is no memory of yesterday
A new day is come
And you look foward to a moment
To a time
of untold mystries
To a blissful end

Timeless

What if our world is timeless?
Years, months, hours, minutes and seconds
Are nothing but phantom
Social constructs of delusion
Secretly locking us in moments
When we are, at out best
Soulful gliders walking soaring in timelessness

What if our eyes opened?
And we saw time without beginning
Time without an end
Would we dream of infinity
Would we step into it
and embrace it's never endingness

What if we woke up to reality?
Could we see beyond shadows of time
Beyond yesterday and tomorrow
Or would we be stuck in disbelief
haunted by a never ending time

Would we need another year?
Beg and plead for another day?
In the absence of time
Or would we float
Like nothing