Darkening skies of cumulous clouds,
ominous as the storm draws near,
reflect my inner thoughts and fears
of what tomorrow brings us.
Should I march and take a stand
or just sit and read online,
afraid of repercussions
and brute force?
It could be history in the making,
the people speaking, a new day breaking.
Dare we hope, perchance to dream?
Has freedom come to us at last?
In the eery light the msasas take
the greens and browns of army fatigues.
This new state of affairs and murky waters
we do tread in, unawares of what is there.
But people on the vleis plant maize
in the hope of what the next harvest brings.
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