DOREEN MAPHOSA

DOREEN

MAPHOSA

SAD STORIES.

1

Empty dwellings.

Cold fireplaces.

Is it worth it?

2

Empty little faces

Motherless little people

Does anyone care?

3

Cry, beloved daughter

The fruit of your womb is nourishment for those bloody thirsty guns

Would you weep, oh motherland, what has become of your children?

Could we but stop it?

Could the animal go to sleep, and humanity come in to play?

Can the daughters rise and say NO to war?

Can all the sons finally put their weapons to sleep?

Doreen Maphosa

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