A People Lost

A People lost
With all the time
But no space

 

Rootless regardless
Of heritage denied

 

A vision of those
Who have gone before

 

The raped
The tortured
The ridiculed
The abused

 

A People united
Divided together
A familiar
Local foreigner

 

A Nation unclaimed
Unwanted
Emulated

 

A People of wealth
Of strength
Of heart

 

Derivative of hate
Of commodity
Of life
Of death

 

A People diffused
Extended
Confused
By confusion

 

Related to all

 

We are you
You are a part of me
Divided we are one
United we grow

 

Into you
And you into me
Us together

 

A People that never was
Who isn’t now
But will forever be

 

A vision of those
Who have gone before

 

A People lost
With all the time
But no space

 

A People of hope
A People of courage
A People of colour
A People called Love

 

 

┬ęShelley Smidt-Booys 2016

 

 

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7 thoughts on “A People Lost

    1. Thank you! You you got one aspect right. It is partly about refugees and those seeking a better life here in South Africa but also it is for the mixed-race folk across the world who for are perceived to have no heritage. Our heritage stems from all. We are a part of all. Race should not matter. At the end of the day we’re all people who hurt, love and bleed the same.

    1. Thanks! This is the product of a years’ long reflection. Finally wrote it a few days ago and couldn’t decided whether to post or not. I wasn’t sure if the people it’s meant for would get it.

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