Ode to Steve Tshwete
Selfless, a revolutionary,Visioned for upliftment ofHave-nots, thru’ hisConcerns till emancipation,From exploitative bourgeiosieThat invaded the dark continent,Now always black Africa.
Him a people’s choice,To undertake their plightUnto levels of desired esteem,Till glory cometh, like the sunOn morning dew, to vanish.
Destined to annihilate the cripplerOf young hearts and spirits,Them youths to mark fiendish forcesThat navigate their minds, thru’Negativism, passivity and despair,Them to waste their future and lives.
A fierce adversary of drug-lords,Cape Town to Cairo, and vice-versaHence the mysterious quiet departureHim swelled the ranks of the unseenSince African poison positionedTo strike his soul in a stadium.
By the grace of God, a peasant’s qabane,Rugged, robust and routinedTo unleash socio-economic evilsThat set to perpetuate inhumanity,And instil domination of man by man,Thus invited reaction, riots and revolution.Hamba kahle thangana, krila ka Tshwete.
Aubrey ka Saki