The South
In curves we hid
Our hearts frustrated
From the hills we seek freedom
Our homes we deserted
To the south we migrated
In search of throat relieving water
OxpeckerS of the south
To the last drop with their merciless mouth
They have sucked blood from our painful wounds
Their skin smells rose
Their hearts bitter as posh lettuce
Land owners of the south
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