Past and Present
Hello! South Africa…
The days of spears are gone…
Many lands have free roam…
O' great motherland…
Why do you stand…
So far away…
This is not yesterday…
You've let some of those go…
Who you've hated most…
And yet…you still carry ghost…
Put your ear to the ground…
Hear the coming of the horses…
Beware…
Let go of your Brigade of police…
Let people eat where they may…
Why…O' why do you always say…
It's time to leave the ball and chain…
And listening to the rain…
It washes and makes things grow…
poem by whisperkwane Lamb
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