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Afzal Moolla

SOUTH AFRICA

   Afzal Moolla was born in Delhi, India while his parents were in exile, working as anti-Apartheid activists for the African National Congress. 
   Afzal subsequently travelled wherever his parent's work took them. He still feels that he hasn't stopped travelling
   Afzal currently works and lives in Johannesburg, South Africa and shares his literary musings with his most strident critic - his 12 year old cat.

 

We shall always be many more!

We shall always be many more,
we who roast in your designer factories,
our brows dripping with our salty sweat,
we who may forgive but shall never forget.

We shall always be many more,
we who reek of cheap moonshine,
we who stagger and often stumble,
We whose stomachs never cease to rumble.

We shall always be many more,
we who polish your fine bone china,
we whose pay gets docked if one cup is chipped,
we who fight your wars, and off to battle get shipped.

We shall always be many more,
we who clean up after your pretty children,
we whose kids are hungry, naked and get swept,
into the bowels of desolation, as mothers' tears are wept.

We shall always be many more,
we who do your dirty work each day,
we who you treat like vermin, foul and rotten,
we whose trampled dignity is always forgotten.

We shall always be many more,
we who will rise up and seize the light of hope,
and reclaim what is ours for our daughters and sons,
though we will always be in the cross-hairs of your guns.

We shall always be many more,
and there shall be many more of us still to come,
to rid you of your smug arrogance and endless greed,
for we too have children whom we have to feed.

We shall always be many more,
'and the meek shall inherit the earth',
or something like that though we no longer care,
for we shall rise up one day to demand our rightful share.

We shall always be many more!

 

 

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