What our souls need, needs no explanations, for this
soil knows of our nakedness, of the war songs, sung for the
adjourned Land, this yearn, the rain of our spilt blood, that
flood these western rivers, has its source at the heart of
these black bodies, these strange fruits suspended, emptied and
shattered, to open pearl gates for capital.
|Sazi KaMzibeni|
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for this soil knows of our nakedness, of the war songs, sung for the adjourned Land, this yearn, the rain of our spilt blood. a great poem revealing the history and the pain and rejection which we can read in history.......... thank u my dear poet. tony