by | Oct 28, 2006 | Poetry | 0 comments

Like this land as with the
passing of the dry season,
They were parched for their
The hardness of the land mirrored
in their eyes,
Their seed torn from the Sun
beaten earth;
These men blooded by this land-
Survive its harshness.
Defiant and proud as the time
worn hills,
They walk erect towards the door
of independence.


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