Monday, July 22, 2013

A poet's dream - A prince's birth?


My poetry campaign
Fell on the days
Where the world’s most powerful cameras
Were held outside hospital gates
Held with the precision of a gunman
Waiting for his target
Waiting to shoot
The last blink of a legend
Before the earth takes him from us
Microphones artistically extended like Mpondo sticks at Marikana
Hungry for any word from his daughters
Who called it violence?
Only the cameraman knew that his target
Was as intense as the soldiers at war
Only this time it was not ‘shoot to kill’
It was to shoot for the love of a man held so dear
To capture a moment that belongs not only to this generation
A moment too great to slip quietly
This was a gift for generations
Just as the man has been a gift to a generation

My poetry campaign
Falls on the days where scribes, story-tellers
In two continents
Sat waiting outside hospital gates
One for the end of a great story
Another for the birth of a prince
Whose former fathers
once stripped off the royalty of the father
of the grey-haired-great-man lying in hospital
Invincible
The master of his own destiny
The little prince is born
Angelic in nature as all babies
With an inheritance like no other baby
With a heritage that looks like yin and yang
I sit
In South Africa
In a town called East London
Writing in the language the little prince will one day speak
And wonder if the prince will one day read these words
When I am fifty or sixty
What would I want the prince to know?
That on Mandela’s 95th birthday my poetry reached its first five thousand milestone?
That five days later the prince was born and I received a healthy sum for my poetry from England?
That South African born Jeanette Kruger was that famous donor?
That our money was called the Kruger Rand?
What would I want the prince to know?
With the millions of messages he has received
With the zillions of information that will one day be his to sort through
Will he find the poem that will always be as old as he is?

© siki dlanga
22 July 2013

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I have been called a Poet, a Writer, an Illustrator, a Banner of Freedom, a Word Magician, etc.
I am a Lover of Truth embodied in beauty.