Africa

Far from horizons 

I see you Africa!

Hanged at the back of the track

With a donated shawl over the shoulders

 You seem neglected

 Like a waif,

 Whose parents bargained fate for money

 Africa!

 Your agony is bouncing back

 With the graves of the selfless souls

 of your liberators,

their contralto repulses

 nothing but it is too late.

Martha Fassil,

Cape Town.