The African river winds to the sea;
For the timeless viewer it is plain to see
Greed dressed as humanity.
They came in groups to claim what they saw,
Some left for more or fear of war;
The last group came to mine the ore.
Humanity united in love and need,
Divided by language, origin, creed;
Enslaved by circumstance, bred to accede.
Food, shelter and a loving wife, a home
With children to hide the strife
Justifies and perpetuates life.
Then war. And the dead return to humanity's core,
Their souls, sans need are at peace once more;
The victor, justified, rewrites the law.
The land again at peace, forsaken
With littered grey bodies; all offerings taken
The groups move on, their motive unshaken.
- Mark van Vuuren
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