Ode to Home: A Dedication to South Africa from a Refugee in the First World.
Ode to Home
Walking on your ground I can feel the love
The love of something that I hadn't known of
Living on your land I belong to Earth
This land is a gift, it's the land of my birth
It's the root of all men
It's the meeting of the tides
It's the soul and the drums
It's the clashing of the tribes
And this love affair leaves me pining in its wake
For the rawness of the drums 'til the earth starts to shake
For the people of the colours of the rainbow
For the tales and the songs of sorrow
I want to carry your sorrow as part of my soul
I want to feel like your people, amongst whom I'm whole
And breathe in your fiery night air
Feel the heat of your passions, safely nestled in your perils
Walking on your ground I am grounded and calm
To your tribes I'll belong, to my wounds you're a balm
Stabilise my soul with your struggles
Strengthen my resolve with your history
I'd be a slave in a new home
In the first world; alone
A corporate drone
Apathetic and cloned
I'd be sewn up and meek
Where there's but one tongue to speak
It's your honesty I seekO the land where I belong to Earth
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