A New Nation, A New World Poem by Jacob Diederiks

A New Nation, A New World



Looking at this world, this dark broken world,

I find myself in a place of utter bewilderment.

How could we live in love if this is the result?

How could we call it grace when it requires a cult?



I walk lost and lonely through the narrow streets.

Looking for the care and mercy we proclaim.

Looking for signs of lives lived in the light of hope,

Living in relationship that doesn't require you to elope.





The longer I search the more I find myself weeping,

Sobbing for the state of this affair, of our nation is sleeping.

Are we not supposed to give the hungry food to eat,

And the weary a place to rest and wash their feet?



But then something catches my eye, insignificant yet not,

Is it a sign of light, a sign of un-relentless living?

The innocence of the children unaffected by a torn past,

Integrated and married in a new hope that will last.



Segregated but not like their parents, rather from their parents.

A new age of understanding and compassion is the ideal.

And although the target is sometimes missed,

Innocent people get caught up and are dissed.



Yet there is quick reconciliation it is new generation,

So parents and elders let go of the past, let go of segregation.

Grab hold of the new and now grab hold of integration,

But in equality and justice it needs to be a fair compensation.



I pray my brothers and sister of this wonderful nation,

Listen to my voice my insignificant mastication.

It is time that we stand up not as lost sons and daughters,

But as children of The Living God filling the worlds quarters!



The time has come young and old not to shout out,

But to live out in love and faith leaving the enemy in doubt.

He tries to defile the beauty of what we have received,

So hold on to the truth of the word do not be deceived.



As a generation we can set the standard for the rest,

As a nation we can fill this world with a healthy zest.

A zest for life and joy forgiveness of things past,

Creating a future, for us, for our children, a future that will last.

Saturday, January 17, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: transformation
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
For most of my childhood years I grew up in the United Kingdom so I personally do not have experience of apartheid or the direct aftermath of the system. However as a White (predominantly Afrikaans) teen I feel I gained a different perspective on the transformation in South Africa and this is my recount of that.
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Jacob Diederiks

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