The ancestors of our poetic origin <br />Caters during the Dark Age <br />The straight talkers of their times <br />Struggled, whipped, tortured and detained <br />For standing up for the truth <br />Some of them never came back <br />Others are swallowed by the earthly belly <br />While others are on wheelchairs <br /> <br />Gloom is well painted in their poems <br />While other poems have hope and dreams <br />About their country <br />As for Don Matter hope was never a subject <br />As he said Remember to call at my grave <br />When freedom walks the land <br /> <br />Our poets came and made a mark <br />They pave a way for the present generation <br />But we fail them <br />Mattera again said let the children decide <br />But instead we make it worse <br />Xenophobia the first failure <br />Julius malema’s kill the Farmer the worst <br />The shoot to kill no comparison <br /> <br />Let us use our minds rather our power <br />Let us use the pen rather the sword <br />Like our fathers did; <br />Tatamkhulu Africa- The prisoner <br />Sandile Dikeni- Love poem for my country <br />Modikwe Dikobe- grave of unknown white man <br />Mafika Pascal gwala- Kwela ride <br />Stan Mutjuwadi- Take for ride <br />Mazisi Kunene- Congregation of the story-tellers at a funeral of Soweto children <br />Ben Langa- For my brothers (Mandla and Bheki) in exile <br />Don Mattera- Let the children decide <br />Gcina Mhlophe- Sometime when it rains <br />Seitlhamo Motsapi- The man <br />Mbuyiseni Oswald Mtshali- An abandoned bundle <br />Lesego Rampolokeng- History <br />Magoleng Selepe- My name- Nomgqibelo Ncamisile Mnqhibisa(maria) <br />Mongane Wally Serote- Hell, Well, Heaven<br /><br />Lawrence s. Makola<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/our-poets/
