Police herd the helpless through Landrover doors. <br />Soldiers mount women like dogs on all fours. <br />Children bear parents, shot down in the road. <br />How can the Sun be so terribly cold? <br /> <br />Maize fields abandoned, eaten by flames. <br />Mud walls destroyed, villages without names. <br />Livestock run free, the kraal gates cannot hold. <br />Who left the shivering Sun to the cold? <br /> <br />Breakfast plates empty, stores with no supplies. <br />Noon, vacant desks, hunger in pupils' eyes. <br />This was the New Dawn, for breaking the mould. <br />How rose the Sun so unbearably cold? <br /> <br />Grass was preserved by communal rotation <br />Wildlife conserved by decrees of the nation. <br />Watered, watched over by Sun-Gods of old. <br />Now who saves the African Sun from the cold?<br /><br />Frank Bana<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-lost-sun-african-song/
