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A LEGACY OF SENSES - By Robyn Kadalie - 1993
My mind I leave, that you may understand
The fury and rage born of Apartheid’s hand.
Eyes I give, that you may see past fear, confusion and misery,
the rising sun with glowing rays of hope and promise of better days.
Ears I leave, Oh hear the cries
from dusty, bleeding townships long hidden from your eyes.
Nose to smell not burning barricades nor stench of death,
But fragrance ascending in pleasing breath.
Mouth to speak words true and wise,
“Hush, deceiving voices, no more lies!”
Arms to embrace, not push away
Those who hurt in our land today.
Hands I leave, with tender touch,
bind wounds, heal scars and SERVE
where years of injustice have stolen so much.
Feet, to step from comforts warm
Into shoes of lives so beaten and worn.
My spirit, God given, I give in return;
Of love for one’s brother, hard lesson to learn.
My heart sends out it’s pulse of life,
as it pleads, “Sweet land, cease bitter strife.”
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