*This is an extremely touching piece and I fell in love with it from the very first moment I read it and have been one of my favourite poems to perform...*
Oh you black boys
You thin shadows who emerge like a chill in the night,
You, whose heart-tearing footsteps sound in the night
My brothers in the streets
Who holiday in jails,
Who rest in hospitals,
Who smile at insults,
Who fear the whites,
Oh, you black boys
You horde-waters that sweep over black pastures
You bloody bodies that dodge bullets
My brothers in the streets
Who booze and listen to records,
Who’ve tasted rape of mothers and sisters,
Who take alms from white hands,
Who grab bread from black mouths,
Oh you black boys,
Who spill blood as easy as saying ‘Voetsek’
Who’ve tasted rape of mothers and sisters,
Who take alms from white hands,
Who grab bread from black mouths,
Oh you black boys,
Who spill blood as easy as saying ‘Voetsek’
Listen!
Come my black brothers in the streets,
Listen,
It’s black women who are crying.
Come my black brothers in the streets,
Listen,
It’s black women who are crying.


Can you plz expalin the poem to me email me khuthadzo.khorombi@gmail.com
ReplyDeleteHi there. I'm not sure if you'll ever see this comment but here's hoping! Like the comment above, I am also struggling to understand the poem. If you could offer any advice on how to interpret it? - loltbh199@gmail.com
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Who is the audience for the poem my brothers in the streets?
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