We seal our mouths,
lips sewn shut, the complicity hushed,
furiously wagging silent tongues shushed,
the deafening silence apalls,
while we build more and more walls.
Still we remain mute,
human beings, all,
mowed down each day while our sewn lips remain shushed,
and as the forgotten petals of weeping olives,
are strewn about,
brutally crushed …
Afzal Moolla was born in Delhi, India while his parents were in exile, working as political exiles against Apartheid in South Africa. He then travelled wherever his parent’s work took them, spending time in Egypt, Finland, and Iran. Afzal works and lives in Johannesburg, South Africa.
This piece was first published on Afzal Moolla's personal blog.