South Africa
The shops are busy today
in the townships where
people try to make a living -
or not -
bargaining, rioting, sacrificing
to ancestors for hope of
better things, to
escape corruption and poverty
European, African
shantytowns and pristine
shopping malls,
dodging goats and BMW's
on dirt roads
made red from clay
or maybe the blood of the
people, who cry
while the earth groans
under the weight of it all, but
when the sun sets -
over all God's children -
it is prettiest here in South Africa,
burning orange
over the bushveld
the feathered clouds become
brilliant jewels that
even the richest cannot buy,
and the beauty so overwhelms
it's painful:
God's incredible gift
in sharp contrast
to man's depravity.
- AE
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