Marota Aphane

Rookie (Polokwane, Limpopo Province, South Africa)

Afrika I - Poem by Marota Aphane

Beat the drums fast
Come all you
Children of the besieged
Mother Afrika
Lets stump the ground hard
& raise the dust
Let the dead know
It means war

That bloodstained
Old monster
Still continues
Flooding and feeding
Our seedlings
With that barren poisonous
False taste

Lets ban the curser
Lest we parish.

Comments about Afrika I by Marota Aphane

  • (10/29/2007 5:51:00 AM)

    One thing I like or should I say respect about you is how you manage to tell a novel in few words. You budget less to make a lot. 'let them know/ it means war'. Mo Faya! (Report) Reply

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  • (10/1/2007 12:01:00 PM)

    hey marota, this is a lovely african poem. i enjoy our heritage culture and that is why i want it put on is a good one (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, July 12, 2005

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