Blac was never white just like these mirrors never learnt to be honest.
Encrypted on these walls are secrets to why we never saw sunrise,
why death woke us up on the sorcerer’s hour.
These grounds are full of decay.
These gumboot dances remind us of the era of mine workers who dug deeper holes in hopes of finding treassures of gold and instead found graves to where our ancestors lay.
They tapped on those boots as if trying to tap the nation into order.
Law and order was brought by these guns we rose to and layed upon.
Black child, black consciousness, black pride,
were scriptures we meditated upon.
They sang songs of provocation; a revolution was upon us.
They stood firm on these grounds destroying the aura they had created for these colonial masters.
Black was surely conceived from wombs of strength.
They were the black diamonds,
metiers of rock.
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