A Land

by Santa Geekie
(Mkuze, South Africa)

A land where the rain used to fall
The mountain where you could hear the eagles call
A land that was bright and green
Where trees swayed in a summer’s breeze

A place where the waters ran free
From the mountains to the seas
A place where birds used to fly
High into the pale blue sky

Now fighting for life on a scorched and sorrowed plain
A promised land that died in vain
A place where there’s nothing, nothing but sand
The ultimate destruction caused by man