Tell us.
What do we feel in the land of green and white?
The sweet embrace of freedom in that year,
Or do we feel nothing, the nostalgia?
Minds filled with hope as we accept the freedom of being held from a distance.
Oh, they were gone, but they left—
They left a merry band of those unwilling to be true.
Like fire leaves ash, so they are.
So we wait again, this time lazily holding on
We are free, are we not?
The giant sleeps, lulled deeper into slumber with sonorous delusion
Proud and pompous, it sleeps unafraid.
Do not rouse him, do not wake her.
For her rotting legs may not hold her perceived weight
Let the giant sleep.
This poem was published in the 15th Issue of PoeticAfrica magazine.
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