The Good Sheppard Poem by Sicelo Sithole

The Good Sheppard



No voices or stones now remain
To curse the day the good sheppard lead the good flock to the land of shame
The world is small and it cannot for his honesty purely maintain
The war lost upon the dusty sides, the land now with no peace but ironic fame

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Sicelo Sithole

Sicelo Sithole

Durban, South Africa
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