Where the ancestor's spirits lives forever
Saluting Madiba for his endeavour
The dawn of freedom colours the eastern sky
Awake South Africa it's my cry
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A poem filled with great and varied imagery yet let down by an ambience of forced rhymes and errors in both English and 'music'. H P.S.: I would like to see this written in prose, even a prose poem. With the excellent imagery I predict that the poem would overflow with the sound of beautiful music.
Hello Jayram, I am with Herbert on this one... errors in the English and the flow... You have the makings a a great write here consider what Herbert says in his P.S. .... if you do kindly invite me again to read it.... Regards Alf