In My Country Poem by Okello Baloyi

Our lands have been bathed by our forefather's bloods, but we only have squatter camps, jobless citizens and drug fiend youth to show to the tourists. We're made to believe in God, that led us to apartheid, without sympathy it took years to end and we're still sulking, and I'm just another error of apartheid.

Current black governors ain't representing our denizens but defined by how deep their pockets are, as I see my country sink in the hands of wealth kind, it is said it'll remain white's playground forever, while law's brutally assault's our natives.

How could the systems use during apartheid can be still in motion, the very same techniques that were to disadvantage our race, while we celebrate holidays which we don't understand their meaning or roots, deep down I feel the need to change but my people always curse the light.