The Fishermen

For my brothers (and sisters),

the “battalion,”

a tribute.

The footsteps of one man cannot create a stampede.

IGBO PROVERB

The madman has entered our house with violence

Defiling our sacred grounds

Claiming the single truth of the universe

Bending down our high priests with iron

Ah! yes the children,

Who walked on our Forefathers’ graves

Shall be stricken with madness.

They shall grow the fangs of the lizard

They shall devour each other before our eyes

And by ancient command

It is forbidden to stop them!

— MAZISI KUNENE