by Pureville

Created on: April 26, 2010

Their faces flash and wake my sleep

Their brutal deeds not theirs to keep

My heart beats faster as night comes near

My mind screams for silence; they will hear

I laugh and see the good that lingers

Red sand slipping through our fingers

The wrath plays out in throttling skies

The eagle circles; awaiting our cries

The call of death a welcome thought

The quest for peace; all we sought

My dreams aren't mine, not mine to keep

My cries aren't yours, not yours;s to weep

I wake up dazed and fail to grasp

My nightmares have been meant to last

We all have lived and failed to see

The warnings written red in glee

South Africa I find you  full and confusing

How once I found you plain amusing

The wrath you spread has been cruel and silent

The African winds now blow strong and voilent

Or maybe it has always been just so

But now that I am older I suffer to know

Your cruel deeds leave me yearning for clearance

Your mercy unaffordable, your wrath in adherence

How can I still find the strength to smile so easily

People are desperate, taking vengenace greedily

Oh Africa your soil is stained red with your hate

Your fires burn with murders in wait

When will your rivers bring peace in its flow

I stare in fright as I ponder to know...

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