Ahh
my children
Ahh
my children, I have sobbed since antiquity
When
I gaze at the remains of my land
The
dehydrated blood of my sleepin’ daughter
the
bestial hands of the oppressors
I
weep – I weep, god forgive them
From
celestial lands, I can hear the blare
I
glance down and I find them bare
Scattered
like rubbish bags
The
smoke is born from the cough of the bang
My
children bleed and they join the dead
Their
bodies decay beneath the Kalahari sands
When
I glance at their blood
I
cry – Ahh my children
By : Ayanda Gladile
By : Ayanda Gladile
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