Apartheid
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Homemade Apartheid
By Hebert Logerie
They reside on the other side.
They bathe in fertility.
They own yard-keepers and servants;
Dogs, cats and charming plants.
They breathe the camphorated air like us,
Swallow the transparent dust,
Cross over and fall in the muddy rivers
Like our brothers living under the tiny tents.
They reside on the other side of town,
Over the mountains.
They bathe in tranquil fertility
Of the country-side.
They ignore that we are the same
And that we live daily the same dilemmas.
One day, them and us, all of us will answer
Present in the river, under the bridge.
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BenHeine, on 19 19+00:00 January 19+00:00 2009 reportar contestar applause 0
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The stars are in their glow
Yes tonight yes tonight
Each day to evening will go
Lose its awareness and light
And nocturnal dreams come in
In their red glow fire sight
Give a touch in twilight spin
Anything to raise its flight
The stars shine up on the sky
Knitting glisten pearly beam
From evening till dawn high
Everything is like a dream
Flowing on and closing hours
In flames of blue and ember
Sky is like silvery flowers
In its sentiment and temper
The stars are now bright blue
Faraway in glistening dance
Blinking look coming through
Crossing viewpoint at a glance
Nothing in this grows on old
Time is like a stopping clock
Fantasies that I cannot hold
Just glimpse at their golden lock
~*~
On The Other Side
There's some difference on the other side
With so much flowing in growth fertility
We must go there and for a moment abide
Know if it shall take us somewhere to be
Something of crystal clear sand for living
Feelings that come and fall in grubby rivers
Anything worth for a while in its giving
But can't come of reality that delivers
The mountains are high and the walls are rough
The daily schedules done involving choice
Apartheid is always a tryout of its bluff
It immobilizes free will - in devoice
Those hours are long in their forgotten stage
But wisely be bright when freedom engage
, on 19 19+00:00 January 19+00:00 2009 reportar contestar applause 0