In a distant place
Between the blue mountains,
I see your face as it shines
When the sun rises.
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Is he a fellow with melanin like mine
That bunch of a man sitting on a wheeled chair
Behind that giant oak office table
With a balding head reflecting times we happily buried
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If tears could build a stairway
And memories a lane
I could climb up to heaven
Just to bring you home.
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I stood there
Seeing the sea throwing up to the shore
Rendering the sands vulnerable
Tossing them up and about
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In the sunshine city
The sun still smiles
It shines, the way it shone to the pioneer column when they bumped into granaries of fortune
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Have we not tossed our democracy to jackals
And they have chewed out all its fiber and it has lost taste
Like biltong of ages?
Have we not thrown it to sires and and bitches
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I wake up early morning
Forcing my sleepy laden eyes open
Fantasies of imagination suddenly stride away
Unwillingly cutting dreams short
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If I were to talk about my religion
I would talk of a rag tossed into a mud pool
I would talk of a path lost in the doldrums of civilization
I would talk of a god that succumbed to the god of other lands
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Dear X
You know,
I always lament the passing of time.
How it gnaws moments we desire eternal.
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Promising promises promised
Promised in the name of hope
Promised without frustration.
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