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Read Poems by Collin Naicker

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A Once Proud African Warrior

A once proud  African warrior 
Shield and spear in  hand 
Tall stood he, A mesmerizer 
Owner of his own land 

A once proud African mother
Hoe and maize in in her hand 
Tall stood she, Providing her children with cover
Owner of her own land

Now a beaten down man 
Poverty and indignity in his hand 
Can only dream of being a warrior
Slave in his own land 

Now a beaten down women
Hunger and indignity in  her hand 
Can only dream of her own soil
Slave in her own land.

I hope that a once proud nation, still has hope
and free themselves from this iron rope.

Copyright © Collin Naicker | Year Posted 2013


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  1. Date: 1/21/2016 11:29:00 PM

    collin great poem. Enjoyed reading........ SKAT **
  1. Date: 7/5/2013 7:22:00 AM

    Collin could not agree with you more, I especially love how you ended it.. :) hope you will enjoy the weekend ahead!
  1. Date: 6/20/2013 12:34:00 PM

    So true of our country and its demise. Mr. Mandela set us on the right track... what went wrong?? We have so much to learn and grow still.