Sunday 28 May 2017

These walls


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