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My country, My Home
(from 70 to 07)
Lesotho fatše la bo-rra, I sing you/ then and now
Each day I sing you/ from mountain to cave truly I
Sing you. Spring is dawning, in the valley's
Old venue for kingly things. Thirty-seven years my love,
Thirty-seven years of promise-/- the gravestones of our
Heads are cool, too cold for upper rooms in top
Offices, where someone's already polishing promises-/-
In my dream, hope like a mad river washes the low
Lands, clearing years away/ I hear mothers crying
Over fate/ their tears cleanse my feet and feed
Vrystaat, the fat serpent along Mohokare/ there are
Everywhere men on sticks in silent streets, eyes
Yearning for a sign/ there are faces, violated angels
Outlined in candour beside you, O world, O bright
Unicorn of splendour, prancing in boorish night.
Rethabile Masilo is a Lesotho national living in France. He's the father
of two and enjoys playing soccer, writing, and cooking. He's co-editor
of Canopic Jar, and has been previously published in Orbis,
Canopic Jar and Sethala.
Email: Rethabile Masilo
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