This is another thirty-year old effort that resurfaced when tidying my office.
(I’m sure I also caught a glimpse of Lord Lucan, but he legged it before I could ask him for ID.)
The poem was intended to draw a parallel between the blood-sports here in UK and the apartheid rule of South Africa at that time. Both issues have been addressed since, thankfully, and so the work is perhaps a bit dated. (I prefer to think of it as a ‘historical’ piece, now.)
That said, I guess it’s still relevant in principal to any repressed people across the world.
(Image by Jackie Morris.)
FOXES & HARES
As the setting sun sank slowly at dusk,
Casting long, warm shadows that engulfed the dust,
The Hunters would return from the vast grassy plain,
Tired but happy their sacks filled with game.
Soon food-flavoured smoke would linger till light,
And the African Herdsman would sleep well that night.
Life then was so simple, free from worries and cares
For they were born to be free, like the foxes and hares.
The years flickered by and Time brought with it, Change.
And Time brought the White-Man, alien, strange.
And the White-Man was ‘civilised’ and so started a reign
Of torture and killings and anguish and pain.
And families were driven from homes lovingly made,
And The Herdsman was herded to start the slave trade.
They were used to being free in that Land that was theirs,
But now they were hounded, like the foxes and hares.
Where The Herdsman once lived off the fat of the land,
The White-Man now lives – The Herdsman’s been banned.
Banished to townships, ramshackle and crude,
Condemned to exist like no White Man ever could.
Found guilty of living, he’s been sentenced to die;
But though his
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