Hammers #2

Dit Moet Hier Wees
at Blood River

It must be here
At the foot of Vegkop
that blood poured in the reddest.
I can feel it in the sickly motion
Of water flowing thick against the grain.

And it must be here
Near the banks of the Ncome
That the hands of fate
Lunged for the throat of a nation
Proud in its African blood
And slated a war the natives couldn’t win.

It must be here
That white men finally
Rushed the great tide,
Crushed the Zulu pride,
Thought up a disease called Apartheid
And flushed it across the countryside.

 

Copyright 1990 by Jeffrey Spahr-Summers.