Collin Naicker Poet Rhyme

A Once Proud African Warrior

A once proud  African warrior 
Shield and spear in  hand 
Tall stood he, A mesmerizer 
Owner of his own land 

A once proud African mother
Hoe and maize in in her hand 
Tall stood she, Providing her children with cover
Owner of her own land

Now a beaten down man 
Poverty and indignity in his hand 
Can only dream of being a warrior
Slave in his own land 

Now a beaten down women
Hunger and indignity in  her hand 
Can only dream of her own soil
Slave in her own land.

I hope that a once proud nation, still has hope
and free themselves from this iron rope.

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Beata Agustin February 24, 2025 at 3:45 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Have a blessed day.

Skat A January 21, 2016 at 11:29 PM collin great poem. Enjoyed reading........ SKAT **

Wilma Neels July 5, 2013 at 7:22 AM Collin could not agree with you more, I especially love how you ended it.. :) hope you will enjoy the weekend ahead!

Kim Van Breda June 20, 2013 at 12:34 PM So true of our country and its demise. Mr. Mandela set us on the right track... what went wrong?? We have so much to learn and grow still.