The bright light I see in the distance
Gloomy, ever the things are unfortunatelyAnswers if we can find now will be so timelyBut here we are in these nights of fightingThese nights of avarice, these nights of killing.
This obscurity, all the same, is only too longThere will be a dawn after the night, no matter if it is prolongWanted: the guiding powers of consciousnessCome on, it can be anyone’s business.
No more the mind, however, will be in manacleAs more thoughts find their orifice from the dark debacleOf masters, confrontation, group, and blindness and what notTo free expression and valour, which now our lives denote.
As I get ready to make merry of the night’s impending deathI see the bright light in the horizon.The joy that we had when we found the thabal chongfamOh! Those tube-light, you remember that were seen from afar.
Of these nights that keep tolling its dark hoursWe would howl, “Celebrate, rejoice for one day these will be over,And those fresh imagination, those cheerful mornings of ours,Of new ideas and freedom and happiness will be delivered.”
|The light I see in the distance as I earnestly wait for the night’s impending death|