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On a Green Hill not so far away

Poetry By: BoonDock
War and military


Did a camp (2 months in the Army) in 1987 and we were posted to an area (Waterfall, KZN) where there was basically a civil war going on between two groups: Inkatha (IFP) and the African National Congress (ANC).

When I got out, no-one would believe me, even though we were hauling out bodies in the aftermath by the score.

This poem was my reaction to the experience.


Submitted:Sep 17, 2008    Reads: 233    Comments: 0    Likes: 1   


On a green hill not so far away.
A woman wails
and tears her dress.
Her mother
(no more)
lies sprawled
in knee-deep grass.
Her Brother's eyes
bleed
with anger
and deadly intent
as he carries
his corner
of the blanket;
weighed down
by what's left
and
by his grief.
The yellow mouth
of the van
yawns wide
to receive her remains
and the people scream;
"Hamba Gashle"
Go Well and
"Longile Mama"
All is well.
We will revenge this rape.
The phallic blade
will pierce again
its beloved flesh.
We will dance our victory
The roaring flames of their house
will illuminate our blood
and reflect in our eyes.




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