Dark the days, our memories too
a peal of thunder
Heavy with accent
Weighs upon our weary minds
Rips from our heart
dignity and pride
barbed be the chains
which strangle our tongue
The whip of words
scars our conscience
furrows in the field of Africa’s mind
but the seeds of hope are planted here
a glimmer, a spark
a firework exploding within
enlightened and illuminated
Revolution rages in the charcoal chest
Leo is a South African poet and aspiring author