Those who've always known her
Say she is not only such a beauty
But that she's always vivacious
Abounding with energy and life!
Yet today when I saw she was so different
It wasn't the normal her at all
As she limped up to court with her co-accused
She was visibly drained and deflated!
Her normally beautiful bright face
Was not so today, she looked a bit darker
Her eyes were ruddy, more of blood shot
Far from the sparking white eyes she normally has!
Those who saw her latest pictures
Say she now has a battered body
Polished black all over by the brutality of the police
Far from her normally golden crisp body!
I also saw her as she struggled out of the court
The medics also had seen enough of her pain
She was lifted up into a waiting ambulance
Driven through the avenues to a hospital ward
But as she left, a stinking air of injustice filled the air
Covering the whole rotten area of the magistrates courts
But I am told when she woke up in her bed
In the privacy of Avenues Clinic
The nurses thought the first words she muttered
Had a familiar ring around her!
All she wanted was her people's freedom
All she wanted was her own freedom
That's all she wanted. Just that!!!
Mr. Daniel Molokele
Centurion, Pretoria, RSA
Cel. +27 72 947 4815
Tel. +27 12 657 1445
Fax. +27 86 691 6257