Black Mother
black mother
the white of day stains your
painted dress
the black of night turns
razor sharp
feet that wear flaming coals
a soul that bleeds
outside and in
where trees bear crimson fruit
as roots full bore
hypocrisies drill so deep
to dig her earth
still plough the surface
clinging vines of apartheid
how much she suffers
raped and ravaged
again and again
strijdom
malan
verwoerd
names that stain
her southern land
g7 dead zones from 48
and cape town clearings
with
sharpeville apologies
still
segregate
now die
and die
and die
awake
by fate arise
friends of earth
minstrels of life
cast a new play
sing for the future
move for the past
turn now
in loves instance
an old face
a new name
an old shadow
seeds to grow
white sister
black brother
white father
black mother
african
Heart
african
soul
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