This Land
The land devours her children
a land they did not seek to enter
This land
made from the bones and skulls
of ancient strangers
dug up from the dark caverns
hurled now out of the heavens
This land
that crippled our fingers
ageless land
with no seed to nurture
without woods and fields
land no longer land
surely this is a new land eating its own.
The tribes are awakening
engrossed completely in schemes
unrecognizable under the new order
where even the throne is full of menace.
We are too old to bear children
the old stories are all forgotten
and the old ones who remember us are gone.
we speak, we are never heard.
In this land
there is honour in walking naked.
Copyright © Edward Ndopu | Year Posted 2017
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