Brown backs bent double
Under harsh Highveld heat
Tilling blood-red soil
Beneath unjust sun
Gouging long wounds
In the lands of their ancestors
Stolen, wrested, violated
Countless years ago
And still they pain
And send their tears
Heavenwards
To the deaf gods
Of the newcomers
Whilst hard they toil
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