My Land Poem by Anele Potelwa (Unpublished)

As i ran as fast as i could,
The rain pushing me to the opposite,
trying an unpleasant conduct in a sack,
lacked attitude from the demenour,
so blacked me with a shadow,
O! My O! My
My Land!

the eyes were closed
with no intentions,
but a patrimonial loss
had came to my attention,
that a sad land in delight,
was never at all mine,
with sin linked i lost,
that which was always my daily sausage,
the time had departed,
I lost and I lost,
but my mind was the one lost,
my heart came last,
least i could expect is a fight,
to gain and redeem my land again,
that my uncle before my forefathers,
gave to me the inheritence,
but my land was stolen right from my eyes,
and now hard to get it back,

So long complaining,
campaining with stupidity,
by the name of the lord fool,
I sang foe in the toilet,
I redeemed a struggle in the rubbish bin,
I shouted loud with a mute sound,
All Because I stood mourning for my land
Will it ever come back?
Will i ever feel its vanity ever again?
O! My O! My
My Land!