June 16.

June 16, A day of honour
A day to recognise the young youth fighters,  our comrades
A day to honour our ancestors, those who fought for our generation
They fought for a democratic and free society
But we have filled it with hatred, lust and direspect.
They fought for freedom, against discrimination, against oppression
They fought fo us. They fought for Me.
But what have we done to show our appreciation?
Have we fulfilled their dreams?
Or have we given them no hope?
Do you ever question yourself
Do you ever ask yourself what did they fight for?
Did they fight for the 18% teenage pregnancy rate?
Or the 99 000 pregnant school girls?
Did they fight for the 4.5 million children that have been abondoned
Or the thousands being aborted?
There are more that 2700 babies born in South Africa a day,
About 18,900 a week
And approximately 1.1 million a year
But only 33% living with both parents
We are told everyday that education is the key to success but we have people burning down the very walls that are the foundation of that success.
Is that what they fought for ?
Did they fight for the fathers who rape their children
Or the fathers who date young children?
Did they fight for the children that disrespect their parents
Did they fight for the drunk men on the street.
They say what screws us up more in life is the picture we have in our minds of how it's supposed to be
But it's what you make it to be.
Young girls selling their bodies throwing away their future.
Thinking that living in bad conditions is an excuse to stand on the side of the road and offer their bodies to old men for less than what you can make a living off.
This is what they fought for.
We build houses and malls, thinking it would help us forget what were actually standing on, we're standing on the bones of the slave. On the bones of the comrades we have so failed.
Young people lost their lives fighting for us.
So much blood was on the ground, if it were turned into dollars
We'd be able to build 10 house, 20 schools and 3 hospitals
Which adds up to the amount of students that died.
We've learnt to accept the 12 year old prostitutes on the side walk
The mothers with babies and no shelter
The school drop outs
We've learnt to accept that we live in a messed up society
They fought for our generation but who will fight for the next? 

- D E S T I N A T I O N .

 

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