7 January 2007

Wrath, a poem by Mzwandile Matiwana



I say:
"every drop of my ink will curse your balls"
And my children of my children
will know peace to mix not with your
progeny

in the tear of my eye
I swear:
"your pain will last a lifetime"
And your future
will be frozen like the waste lands
for you denied me a plate of food
in the days of endless agony!
© Mzwandile Matiwana
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11 comments:

AnnieElf said...

This poem breaks my heart. The curse of hatred and revenge visits future generations and promotes continued separation and division from each other. "for you denied me a place of food" reminds me of Matthew 25: 42.

Mother Teresa of Calcutta went into great depth on this theme when she spoke at the National Prayer Breakfast in Washington DC Thur, 3 Feb 94. Her address was entitled WHATEVER YOU DID UNTO ONE OF THE LEAST, YOU DID UNTO ME.

As a reader, I have no personal experience with this level of hatred and revenge but I recognize suffering when I see it. Mzwandile's poem is a cry of extreme anguish and we would do well to heed the words in Matthew 25: 45-46 "...what you did not do for one of these least ones, you did not do for me. And these will go off to eternal punishment, but the righteous to eternal life." Mzwandile's words are a modern day warning echoing Jesus's lesson. There will never be any true peace until we heed this message.

Sheila said...

I think this poem is absolutely terrific. hatred and revenge will always be an issue for the human race. What a scary picture too! Love the post today!

Rethabile said...

"As a reader, I have no personal experience with this level of hatred and revenge."
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annielf, I hope you never do. Mzwandile is angry, to say the least. But he also does not threaten his listener; he merely tells the listener what will happen due to the listener's own actions (or lack of them).

From what you say (as a reader...), I suppose that it's hard for you to put yourself in the speaker's shoes and say these words to someone.

Rethabile said...

Thanks, Sheila, for Mzwandile. I think you're right when you say these feelings will always stay with us. Unfortunately you're probably right.

AnnieElf said...

No Ret, I cannot identify with Mzwandile's anger. However I believe a sense of outrage can be felt without identifying fully with the anger especially if the hatred and desire for revenge comes from the experiences of being victimized and/or brutalized. It is his intensity that really reached me on a completely human level. I wanted to somehow reach out and heal him and all of the "hims" out there like him.

Anonymous said...

This is a powerful poem, full of emotion, Rethabile. I think that I am the listener, because 1) the immediate intensity feels like a shock, something happening to me, instead of coming through me, and 2) I would not use those particular words to express my anger, hatred. I believe to curse someone else is to also curse myself in the process. My hatred destroys me, so I try to forgive, seek compassion, understanding of the other's position. We have to allow ourselves to feel our emotions, however. To suppress them is an act of hatred against oneself. But writing a wonderfully powerful poem, such as this, expressing deep anger, hatred, can be a great release. Very thought-provoking.

Poetman said...

This is an absolutely unpretentious and honest poem stated from an obvious place of powerless grief...

The bones that were first rattled were those of the writer...

And the power left is the power (at lest in the writers mind) to determine that no blood of his will mix with this other...

Poetman

Rethabile said...

Poetman,
I think you've nailed it, right there.

paisley said...

sounds pretty much like what comes out of the mouth of my drunken irish relatives every holiday season!!!!! without the brogue of course!!!! i love it!!!!

Rethabile said...

paisley,
LOL. No, no brogue on this guy. But a different kind of accent, slow, methodical. Cheers...

Greyscale Territory said...

O help! This is pain beyond seering pain. The anger is only the surface. It all goes so much deeper.

Gemma

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