“Until that day of awakening, it is up to us to keep faith” — Colin Jordan
And now the grey clouds come, and with them cold
Grey days followed by cold grey years. Our sun
Is gone. Our spirit, our people, our bold
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Above the reeds the red clouds gather.
The boats moored at the river bank
reflect the blood, half full of water.
If only we knew whom to thank.
We look up at the darkening sky,
sun as if sinking, moon aflame,
the figurative language a lie,
and know for sure life is to blame.
13 August 2014