Azamko

A plight for the unrecognised that built the foundations of South Africa, and a motion for their remembrance.

I hear your soul Azamko

it’s buried in the ground.

You built this country slowly,

your blood-and-sweat resounds.

 

I hear you weep Azamko.

Where is what you reaped now?

You left your mother nothing, but;

corpse and coat and frown.

 

I hear your remnants (whisper) Azamko,

they are rooted in this soil.

You ask this world of plenty,

 “Share with (me) my people and in our toil,”

 

but to You they’ve never listened,

nor will they listen now,

 

now you lay there bare as Azamko;

the immigrant, the African,

the humble but enslaved.

 

No document or burial

Neither grave nor ground.

 

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

Wow. This one is a must read . It shows your great humanity...Bravo....................

[Deon Visser]

Thanks so much Sami, I was doing some work with a slave-register from 1810 and Azamko was my last entry, just hit me then at how sad this time was in our history. Thanks for the review!

[Sami Khalil]

You should win an award for this...:)....................