DANCING IN CIRCLES
A thousand miles covered, from Past
to Present. Unceasing passage of time, days
growing old. Journeying towards our Canaan
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From colonisation to servitude, to servility, to thraldom Here we were, here we still are. Our rickety legs make a thousand steps, but neither to North nor South; just dancing in circles, doing 'Who's in the Garden'. Magicaly inked poem..rich patriotism
I'm honoured. Thanks