a crime of intergenerational trauma consequences – Clare-ann Ward

don’t speak to me of silence
unheard of unsound
highway to hellhole
behind me
smell the hellhole ahead
silence does not live here
neither does sleep
don’t speak of gang violence
if you don’t live in it
politicians make me sick
people posing as politico are sick
don’t speak
don’t speak to me of silence
we sardine in tin
tightly packed together
smothering each other
capeflats death chambers
budget gas free
who exactly did this to our people?
are there documents showing who did what?
I want to compare circumstances
I want justice
damn you
a crime of intergenerational
trauma consequences
already it has passed through
six generations
since my family was stripped
clean by the vultures
and dumped in the death chambers
a crime a heinous crime
was committed
my Ziggy grows up
fatherless
his father shot in the head
about to lose his mother and me
concerning his security
we have to send him away
to family who adore him
but he will be so missed
my point is
Group Areas Act
is still ripping my family apart
today decades after apartheid faked its death
don’t speak to me of justice
I am entitled to it
how do I force it out of a government
hellbent on staring through me
I don’t have a lawyer
I know nothing about the law
I know right
from
wrong
it is enough
it is enough
I just scratched the surface
I will now go through each member
since we moved in here
I want to know who sent me
I want to compare
circumstances and prospects
I want to know why these perpetrators
of the crime against me
against humanity
still profit from the proceeds today
while my family wastes away
don’t speak to me of silence
I will not shut my mouth
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