They starved and beat him to death
were you expecting something poetic?
they robbed him of a dignified last breath
in fact, his death was kind of pathetic
But his life
just to hear the lion speak
would reassure you that you are not weak
that white or black
you could die submissive
or fighting back
No, his life they could not diminish
The measure of a man is how he lives
and not how he finished
Thus Biko is more men than most
they crucified his body
but long lives his ghost
and the consciousness he imprinted upon us
his death was a blasphemy, if i can be honest
But his life
the truth he taught us to seek
we are weakened but we are not weak!
Biko loved
and Biko was loved by many
richer than most yet he had not a penny
he had the roar of our fathers down the ages
they tried to break him systematically in stages
but they could not break his words inside us
they could not take his spirit that stands beside us
and whispers the cry of war
we cried till we could cry no more
Oh when they took him, his people cried
but we were reborn the day Biko died.
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