Inspired by some more crime to write this…
Her hands covered in blood,
The young without a voice,
The old without a weapon…
Her voice cries out:
“Where are you?
Police of our nation…
Government of our people…”
Our nation is raped by those meant to protect her.
Shaking from the blood that runs down her legs into the soil.
The soiled promises of a new democratic South Africa.
They lure her in the dark.
She lives another day, begging on the streets:
“Do you see me?
Mother to a fatherless nation.”
Good night, sweet mother of all.