Because sacrifice is something that should not be forgotten, this is a moment to remember Sharpeville and why we have Human Rights Day...

This poem is for those who left their homes

On that fateful morn

Only to return in a hearse

With a tag on their toes.

Who would’ve switched off the stove

And put on their shoes, had they known

Their deaths would make the news.

This is for those who would have read this poem

And still left their homes,

only to return in a hearse-

For freedom.


Siphokazi Jonas

Occupation: Under Construction I am a spoken word artist, subject to God the Word. I write about the world above me, the world around me and the world within me. I am learning that my poems must always be bigger than me if ever they are to mean anything.