Poetry

INDEPENDENCE

By 28th October 2006December 9th, 2019No Comments

Like this land as with the
passing of the dry season,
They were parched for their
freedom;
The hardness of the land mirrored
in their eyes,
Their seed torn from the Sun
beaten earth;
These men blooded by this land-
Survive its harshness.
Defiant and proud as the time
worn hills,
They walk erect towards the door
of independence.

Peter Morriss

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