Symbols are very important to me: Proverbs symbolising
wisdom as a woman calling to weary wayfarers to partake
of intelligence & insight - and the symbol of love found in
beauty, joy, smiles, laughter, flowers, colours, music and
landscapes; now I realise, there's no symbol for the only
white tribe in Africa - for those who oppressed - which is
understandable, all peoples oppress each other - but
Symbols are determined by our distance from these and
as I'm living with the formerly oppressed - & seeing their
oppressors from this side there's no symbol to represent
the anger, shame & disgust inspired by their false religion
of fake, holy humility breaking laws of the God they only
professed to adore - making their fellow-men into objects
persecuted by order: the only symbol that seems to fit
Their whitewashed graves is a skull & crossbones - that
is attributed to their culture rotting from the inside…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem