L'Nass Shango Poet Free verse

An Old Soldier's Lament

Let them tell the old lie no more
For we who went out desolate
Desolate returned to the empty shore
Laden with wounds that shall not heal
Deep mental scars tattering us more
Who left our fragments on distant fields
That these old apartheid ways may endure.
Nothing in dying is sweet
Not the way the shell splintered him
And left him gulping his blood
Upon the desolation of my arms.
I am not fit to die again
To be lynched on this distant calvary
Bribed by medals
Blemished pawn in a filthy game
My Constitution can explain
I am a fraction in the figment of a dream
Without a country where manhood can claim esteem.

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Vince Suzadail Jr. January 2, 2011 at 6:22 AM There have been wars since the dawn of mankind and the rich have seldom suffered. We the people become expendable. From one of my favorite fok songs, "when will they ever learn, when will they ever learn." Vince