They that have
protected us from birth to adolescence
They that have
stopped rain from coming in -
and saw and
rebuked us for our sins.
Yet
temptation would not let us go -
these walls
have hidden us from our foes.
Surely
within them, our secrets are kept
for they
say nothing about the days we have left.
Seven years
later, we come back:
wearing
hearts proud with army knack
to find our
loved ones care no more,
their bones
rested, dried up or hard core.
We will
leave again when they call
to return
home to none but these cold walls.
George
Motapane grade 12B