When we were africans
when we were africans
we knew the price of life
was paid from birth
the stagnant air was cleared
when mind
met heart
met soul
met deed
met word
a divine standard of excellence
an expression of worth
if I am better than the next man
in my truest self
I am worse in a world stripped of material
all that is left is work
the footprint on the pavement
of possibility is work
the harnessing of the heaven
promised to me is work
even death is a seed to work
until grace is a tree deserved
BY
Lebogang Mashile (South Africa)
2 comments:
Hi,
I love your blog. I wish every loving African literature person should visit your blog.
Jesse
i have read some few of your poem. they are really great
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