Poem For My Village
In the hearts of eastern side,
One day I will return.
Ashamed and with the spirit of abandonment but
I’m sure you’ll still be standing,
Holding on to the wheel and spear,
That you were told it’s your savior
Leaders find pleasure in your suffering
Rivals find comfort in your presents.
Yes, you raised heroes, you made legends
But you backwards in a race, forward in disgrace towards on
Embrace inadequacy.
One day I will return, to those valleys,
Veld and the mountains of the great one,
Where my ancestors were placed, where home is,
One day I will defiantly return, to bring joy, peace and comfort
to the hearts of the unfortunate, pleased in mind, rich in pasture,
Surely my ancestors are calling me,
That is why one day I will return, to use my clicks fluently,
Dance comfortable and walk permanently.
To Eastern Cape, where my heart is, will be and was.
In Eastern side, seeing those beautiful faces, women dancing with joy
With paint in their faces, entirely free from the world around me,
Ubuntu glancing, life excitedly and society in one,
One day, I mean one, one day i will return,
With my mouth unable to converse fluently, but surely i will learn.
One day I will return, to Eastern Cape where i belong.
One day i will return HOME,
my place of comfort. my homeland,
MY COUNTRY, my South Africa
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