Poetry – ISANDLAWANA

Nkosi, we scream, And I taste the thunder Of our feet. Nkosi! And brandish high Our bloody assegays. Nkosi… He stands,  The Great Bull-Elephant And raises his hand. The White-Mother Sent us boys Who still stumble. Boys to fight men, We will humble Their pride. Raise high My Impies, Your assegays, Let us make The…
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