Life Is So Fragile
by luyolo mkentane
The wind blows from all directions
east, west, north and south
and any direction you could think of
but life remains the same
let alone the good old soldiers
who died in the first world war
and in the second world war
they're always commemorated
because their lives came to an abrupt end
they never had time to good-bye their families
and healing ugly family wounds
they've gotten their names and statues
erected in every south african city
hard work breaks no bones
but it takes a man to sustain the blows
history was made when
their blood gushed out
from their mortal bodies
they were like
precious stones in fragile glasses
come let’s go hand–in–hand
i want to take you to some
life classes
it was the head of my family
while still appreciating him
thugs took his life away
and while still mourning for him
there goes my little sweet cousin
she was put to sleep by a speeding motorist
i can’t enjoy my xhosa cuisine
without thinking about her
she was snatched away from us
while we were still watching her grow
row and row of students
stood beside her little coffin
with tears running down their cheeks
indeed life is fragile
handle with care and be agile
because a soul dies today
and tomorrow a new soul’s born
isn’t this work?
heck, i’m becoming emotional
but from the very first verse
this was
personal.
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