Johannesburg and old memories, of
mission houses
love and tears a blessing. Skin scarred
yet full of personality.
Go well, dear friend.
Man must do. I’ve been in prison,
I’ve done bad things. Apartheid.
Everything is diamond mines
with black blood.
Stay well, friend of friends.
Poverty, pain, suffering
South Africa 1946.
Go well, my father.
© Richard L. Provencher
Comments
jacques | February 7, 2012 - 06:27
A nice poem Richard. It says so much in a few words. Well done...
Denzella | February 7, 2012 - 07:31
Hello Richard L. Prov,
This seems to speak of some degree of personal experience. Have I got it wrong?
Still a well written poem that points up the pain of South Africa!
Moya
Richard L. Prov... | February 7, 2012 - 15:21
Thank you, Jacques. It is created like a canvas of pain and forgiveness. All the best, Richard LP
Richard L. Prov... | February 7, 2012 - 15:24
Thanks Moya, No I have no personal experience other than feeling their pain when I watched events on TV. The other day I watched a program on Soweto, which mesmerized me with its changes for the good. Cheers, Richard LP