When I die in my country of birth.

By: P.A.C.Zweni

When I die, no one will see my body, I will become the wind that blows from Cape to Cairo, from Morocco to Madagascar.

When I die, no one will see my body, I’ll become the heart song that brings joy to everyone’s heart.

When I die, no one will see my body, I’ll become the page turned by the wounded hand in Mothutlung.

When I die, no one will see my body, I’ll become a mark that represents equality.

When I die, no one will see my body, I’ll become the tears, the sweat, the breath and the blood running down the streets of Marikana.

When I die, no one will see my body, I’ll be welcomed by Mambush Mgcineni with a great smile saying the revolution is coming.

When I die, no one will see my body,  I’ll be joining a beautiful sister of mine Nqobile Nzuza on stage of freedom in heaven.

When I die, no one will see my body, I’ll be marching with Andries Tatane on my left singing the very same song we sang during apartheid era:

‘Senzeni na? Senzeni na?’

Yes! We will be demanding answers even in heaven.

When I die, no one will see my body, I’ll die in the hands of my own brother controlled by my own government.

When I die, no one will see my body, I’ll die in the hands of the democratic government and no one will be held accountable.

When I die, they will sing a song about my death too, and say it was God’s will.

When I die, I’ll die in a new South Africa just like my father lay down on the cold dust in Marikana.

When I die, no one will see my body, I will fall next to the Sons and Daughters who fell bitten by the white man’s bullet.

You wondering who am I?

I was not born.  I was planted.

I’m Biko in Vision and Sobukwe in Action!