You dance the dance
Of a worriors heart
But to persu a cause
That has hidden flaws
What could have been
Should have been
But because it has not been
Hate is now seen
It was all yours
The diamond mines
The grazing fields
Even the meadow flowers
But you were blind to these showers
If your eyes knew more
Then they would not have come
To freely take
What never was theirs
To fake
For you are
And always have been
The rightful heirs
The drums are beating
As this ground is shaking
Through the sound of feet stomping
For the spirits of this land
Are restless
In need of
Rightful change
Flaming hearts
lay down your red flags
Throw them in the fire
As if they were rags
Weave new cloths
And paint them a different colour
Raise them in the villages
In the Suburbs
In the taxi ranks
In parliament
On the beach
Wherever they may reach
Let them be white
For they will declare
The end of this fight
YOU ARE READING
Through My Eyes
PoetryIf there is one thing that I have learnt that has changed my outlook on life, is that every one of us has a story to tell, my poetry reveals the power of words that are hidden in the hearts of people, You are the poet in my eyes, you allow me to vis...
