A Nation Of Graves Poem by Black Consciousness Poetry BCP
A Nation Of Graves
A nation of mass graves, of mourning
mothers and grieving fathers, spell bound
in a cloud of burning rainbow candles, death
hangs as the sun far but close enough to
burn, to blind the young, not to see the
battle field, from the idea of a township,
the war has been waged, the young won't
know until they are casuals like their elderly.
|Suss KaMzibeni|
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