The chicks descend on the refuse dump,
With fervent aggression, they scatter to gather,
Spreading their feathers with buried pride,
They peck away sorrows of bleeding existence,
Seeking a transit from fantasy to dreams to reality.
A fantasy stuck in deep hatred,
A dream stalled by bad Government, oppression and corruption,
A reality at constant siege by bigotry;
That has been our hunted existence;
Our haunted leaders, our haunted future, our haunted
Ambition for one nation.
The chicks fashion the sustenance for today,
With energies of tomorrow.
A top a refuse dump, they vent their venom of disillusionment.
When the dump crumbles, the energy becomes,
An eagle forever in search of life,
At expense of another life.
Where life is abundant, but hard to find,
Hope becomes a refuse dump,
Only hard beak of deviant chicks can penetrate.
©1999/2000
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem