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Mafika Pascal Gwala

TAP-TAPPING

TAP-TAPPING

TAP-TAPPING

Rough, wet winds
parch my agonised face
as if salting the wound of
                                           Bulhoek
                                     Sharpeville
                                  Soweto,
unbandage strip by strip
the dressings of Hope;
I wade my senses
through the mist;
I am still surviving
the traumas of my raped soil
alive and aware;
truths jump like a cat leaps for fish
at my mind;
I plod along
   into the vortex
of a clear-borne dawn
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TAP-TAPPING

Rough, wet winds
parch my agonised face
as if salting the wound of
                                           Bulhoek
                                     Sharpeville
                                  Soweto,
unbandage strip by strip
the dressings of Hope;
I wade my senses
through the mist;
I am still surviving
the traumas of my raped soil
alive and aware;
truths jump like a cat leaps for fish
at my mind;
I plod along
   into the vortex
of a clear-borne dawn

TAP-TAPPING

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