Restless -
her furtive glances.
'Take me home,' she says
'Mama, get some sleep,' he dances
Around the issue
'Tomorrow, I'll take you.'
Forced to be content
She closes her eyes -
Reliving the moments
Of youth's pride.
Colours of green and red
Hues of White and black
As they paraded down the street
Waving their country's flag.
But before they knew it,
Fire pelted from the heavens -
From their homes they were ousted
From their homeland they were driven.
But those days are behind her
Now her hair greys, and her bones ache
She just wants to get closure
A moment of peace under the soil of her state.
