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Polished Dust

Polished Dust Ha- haa our community has reared a bull As it moves from the kraal it charges Against a tree, a rock, and anything When the moon peeps it charges at it When the sun rises it sneezes at it When cloud swims above it raises dust Wanting to jump and touch the sky Giggling like a ghost when darkness knocks You meet such bulls in grazing lands Day in, day out busy charging at all Sometimes with tongues poked out, Releasing hot dung in water they drink Generations in and out the game continues With futile action of polished dust This land of humans with rationalism aside Is rich in polished dust more than all

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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