Marota Aphane Poems

Beat the drums fast
Come all you
Warriors
Children of the besieged
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I cleared a patch of land
Filled it with roses assorted
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We are tied
We are tired
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Just when we wake up
Hear the songs of early birds
The whistling of the morning breeze
Just when we see that colourful east horizon
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They chased
The law-abiding lamb
In the field
Down the streams
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So you thought
It will be easy
To have wings
& fly all your ways
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(Inspired by Quincy’s world)

Come!
Come walk with me
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The dusk was dawning
Her tender feed were weary
Of fighting an endless
Unconquerable sand
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All day
I wait my head
Heavily
Balanced
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(Extract from the play: “The Wait” by the same author)

Every sunrise
We wake our empty stomach
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