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Wellington Smith Jun 2016
Darkness and light: the eternal battle,
One can not exist in the presence of the other.

The greatest contrast in the world:
Light and darkness; black and white
Always opponents to one another,
But maybe not quite.

For hundreds of years,
Men strove to the world's enlightenment,
Conquerors sailed the seas,
Armed with a sense of entitlement.

No community was spared,
Families were torn apart,
Heart from heart,
Did Her Majesty care?

Men always feared the unknown,
The things they didn't understand,
Any attempt to upset the colonial hierarchy,
Was met with swift reprimand.

Fast forward to a civilised world,
Where women are oppressed,
A man is judged on his race,
Persecuted because of the colour of his face.

No community was spared,
Families were torn apart,
Heart from heart,
Did the Afrikaners care?

Liberation before education,
The struggle was long,
Blood was shed,
Children lie on the streets of Soweto,
Fallen cold and dead.

For a while the storm was past,
The rainbow was shining in the sun,
A sign of hope for the future.
A nation was free at last.

But as power started to grow,
Men got greedy: Money ruled these men,
And the cracks began to show.

Fear controlled their lives:
They had millions at their command,
Any and all opposition were silenced,
By quick reprimand.

Our country bleeds for collaboration,
Black and white can work together,
We just need honest leadership,
We are the rainbow nation.

The cycle is starting anew,
Families are being torn apart,
Heart from heart,
What will Number One do?
A Eulogy for my country.
Wellington Smith Nov 2015
On and on we wander,
Oblivious to what we find,
Meandering through the mazes and labyrinths
Of the unbroken mind..
Wellington Smith Nov 2015
The silence is deafening,
Its calls cold and threatening,
The black and the quiet,
Silences the soul on a riot.

The silence is deafening,
The noose is slipping tighter,
The silence makes you wish,
You were a doer, a lover, a fighter.

You live in a world of your own,
Of parties, fame and no cares,
A life you know you'll never have,
Full of things you'll never dare.

But, alas, hope,
It shines like a beacon in the darkest distance,
The white light that lights up your life,
And burns, it burns inside you,
It burns through you,
The light of Hope shines through you,
It guides you on paths untrodden,
Unmarked,
So you may save others from the darked
Wellington Smith Nov 2015
The darkness has a way of enveloping you like nothing else can.

It's not like light: Darkness
Is not directed or sprayed on objects
The absence of light:
It is all consuming, on anything light rejects.

Darkness. It's something else
Something intangible
Like the dreams you dream:
Barely imaginable.

It's strange and scary:
Untouchable for us
Children are afraid of it
It even makes grown men cuss.

People aren't afraid of darkness,
It's been said:
Fear of the unknown,
Or so I read.

Why do we fear the unknown?
What evils can it contain,
What evils still remain?
That aren't in our lives already,
****, corruption, ******:
Bulletins are full and the news beats steady.

We should relish the unknown,
Rise to the challenge
We must grab the opportunity
With both hands
Cause it might be our last strands
Of hope.

— The End —