From This Dry Land Poem by Sicelo Sithole

“neither sweet words nor warm memories now remain, from this dry land.
it was all swept away, away to the lost shadows and rains.
all is left now are the pieces of worthless gold and the price of our moral strain,
all of this from the scars of those who heard the cries from a chill pain
they heard all the cries yes…but chose to keep the silence
but why…is the question we forever ask
but why is the question we forever ask
the answers lie upon the cease of their peace and the loss of their innocence”
this is a story I was once told by my grandfather,
and in essence it forever remains
an untold secrecy.