Somewhere in Angola

Somewhere in Angola
you were planted
back into African soil
from where you sprouted
to make it young again
with blood
marked with a small cross
that’s blown away by the dry wind
and there you
child of God
also found a Golgotha
and I wonder how many boys:

still have to fall in Africa
before the last shots ring?

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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