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?