From Africa

By Richard L. Provencher

Mon, 06 Feb 2012
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Johannesburg and old memories, of
mission houses

love and tears a blessing. Skin scarred
yet full of personality.
Go well, dear friend.

Man must do. I’ve been in prison,
I’ve done bad things. Apartheid.
Everything is diamond mines
with black blood.
Stay well, friend of friends.

Poverty, pain, suffering
South Africa 1946.
Go well, my father.

© Richard L. Provencher

Certificate U
POETRY - A Passage of Motion 2
Miscellaneous

Comments

Submitted by Denzella on
Hello Richard L. Prov, This seems to speak of some degree of personal experience. Have I got it wrong? Still a well written poem that points up the pain of South Africa! Moya
 

Submitted by Richard L. Prov... on
Thanks Moya, No I have no personal experience other than feeling their pain when I watched events on TV. The other day I watched a program on Soweto, which mesmerized me with its changes for the good. Cheers, Richard LP
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