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Chris Magadza

This Land

This Land

This Land

This land . . .
This tired
Old young land;
The youngest of
Africa’s daughters;
Once the beacon of
Her future, now
Grown weary and old
At puberty:
Her breasts;
Once promising
To nurture a nation to fullness
Now parched,
Having given no milk.
This stillborn nation . . .
The aberration
Led by ancient ghosts
That see not the darkness,
But the darkness sees them;
Slowly creaking
To appointed death.
Chris Magadza

Chris Magadza

(Zimbabwe, 1939)

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This Land

This land . . .
This tired
Old young land;
The youngest of
Africa’s daughters;
Once the beacon of
Her future, now
Grown weary and old
At puberty:
Her breasts;
Once promising
To nurture a nation to fullness
Now parched,
Having given no milk.
This stillborn nation . . .
The aberration
Led by ancient ghosts
That see not the darkness,
But the darkness sees them;
Slowly creaking
To appointed death.

This Land

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