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A Plea to Poetry

(Pollsmoor Prison 3 April 1989, written during a panic attack during a hunger strike for the release of political prisoners)

Gertrude Fester


Hold! Hold onto your mind!

Do not let dumb fascists taunt you!

Psychologically terrorise you!

Psychologically pulverise you!

Do not let them break you

crumble you

bit

by

bit

into a seething mass of unbridled emotions

random pieces of yourself, your soul

flung furiously

scattered sporadically

like

bits of shit

onto cell walls.


Hold onto your anger, contain it

Do not let it like

a malignant cell spread insidiously

throughout

your body cells, your soul

eating it up

devouring your very self

your soul

consuming the residue of your humanity

your dignity

do not let them dehumanise you further

in this hell hole of hostility

this cell

claustrophobically covering you

closing in on you

overwhelming you

the powerful over the powerless


your soul

your spirit

slouched in yourself

your pent-up frustrations

cloud your brain

imprison your soul

like they imprison your body

your hands shiver

vibrating with impotence


Though your mind cannot form clear thoughts

systematise them

though your hands cannot produce polished letters

go on

write on

contain your mind

hold onto your thoughts

write them down!


You paralysed

powerless in prison

hold onto life, to sanity

soothe your tormented soul

push prod on to pusillanimity

to poetic purgation

Let Calliope inspire your spirit

to soar the skies

let your tears not dissipate your spirit

but rather

feed new strength into you

infuse you with faith

that the spirit shall not be caged

that the powerless shall free themselves from

indignity and oppression


let your pen

however slow

empower you through poetry

as your pen pours out your troubled thoughts

jettisoned like flotsam onto paper

so too


shall strength be sieved into your soul.


Featured at The Red Wheelbarrow with the Life Riting Collective on 21 July 2022


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