South Africa
My head beats incessantly of troubled past war
My land was full of blood covering each door
I remember the past when democracy was proclaimed
When leaders of my land assured peace would be named
They assured us how everyone would be equal
Why did they lie and go back to the way so vile
I am an African even though I am not black
When our country was in shambles I had your back
But now that we pledge democracy you deprive me my due
Now when I come to you for aid you say I'm not your hue!
Why when we were fighting for freedom I was on your right
For five generations South Africa my home has been my sight
Alas my heart lays heavy and unproud
I bow my head in shame and frown
Why do we have to go through this time again
Proclaim me once again my friend!
This poem was written because here in South Africa affirmative action is the new
apartheid. I am Asian because of my hue, yet in South Africa I have lived. Is it right
that I am ostracised because I am not Black? When our country was at war with
apartheid, my grandparents fought side by side with Africans. Was not Mahatma
Gandhi instrumental in fighting for South Africa's freedom?
I consider myself African! Loud and proud I am African. So why can my country
accept me?
Copyright © Fathima Dawood | Year Posted 2008
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