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The Land Will Heal
When the Truth Commission
Opened its sanctimonious arms,
Waving the holy book
Out of their crevices
For hugs and admonition,
Crawled the 'born again' souls,
Suddenly remembering
The weeping rivers
Conveying guiltless ashes
Of our soil's sons.
We wondered.
On feeble limbs,
The legless, pushed by their kin,
Responding to the horn,
All thirsty for this elusive truth,
Faultless victims of the seasons.
For too long, their hearts quivered with grief
As they searched for the vanished,
The dead
In graves with no holes.
They will not throw up in the air
Angry arms of despair
When truth eludes lips.
The sun of our land
Will ease their wrinkled spirits,
Thread those devalued hopes,
Mend their fractured souls.
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Impassable Bridge
I phoned for an MP,
A former bosom friend.
His secretary asked,
"In connection with what?"
It punctured my ego;
I felt my manhood shrinking.
I said,
"Give him my message:
Tell him that poisonous mushrooms
Sprout under rotten logs.
If he asks for my name,
Say it was an angered poet.
If you can do that for me,
I'll be OK."
But she was quick to add,
"And lizards don't fly
For their food;
They crawl."
She hung up.
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Cornered
Even in my loneliness,
I remain human,
Tied with a cord of longing.
My love is in abundance,
Lacking words to explain.
Yet I'm so scared
In my loneliness,
For I feel the blood in my heart
Being turned to acid,
That it might poison
My good intentions.
Man can give, give, and give
Until there's nothing more to yield.
After you've leased your life,
Except your soul,
And love that remains abundant.
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