Song of Victims of Xenophobia in South Africa by Nixon Mateulah
July 14th, 2010 | Published in News
he emerges out
surveys far and wide
like a bird from its nest
new bright day before him
alas! retreat back
amidst plucked
flying feathers.
taut traps stretched by the feeds
invisible stares and nets
hidden for me
I rather starve or fly away
and have a modicum
of peace
their footpath I travel not
nor in my world can live
invented himself a gun
and a catapult for me
to reach at my
zenith nest.
why now they encircle us
with burning tyres?
pelt us as we fly by
defecating on their heads
our natural gesture of goodwill.
then knives criss-crosses our necks
our funerals celebrated with wine
yet our sister hen warns us not
yet lives among them
deserters of path of virtue.
In the light of rumours that South Africans are preparing to stage yet another barbaric campaign of Xenophobic Violence soon after the World Cup 2010, Nixon Mateulah condemns this acts in this poem and asks Kenyans: writers, poets, philanthropists, human rights activists to join in condemning such violence.
