Our Desert Of Our Desert

root - Posted on 01 January 2000

Po Poetry From South Africa

by Tendai R. Mwanaka

The blowing wind

Is like a fog

Obscuring our rising sun

And this is the desert

The desert of our desert

And distant people

Are always our enemies?

Unless if they throw

Sand into the air

For the hand

That throws the sands

Does not hold a sword

And this is where

We were born

And we permit ourselves

To know nothing else.


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