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The House in the Drift

May 23, 2018
By Anonymous

The fields of yellow wheat brush against the old wood that once stood so proudly
Now all I see is a house in ruin, one that made me feel that I was truly free
All the days and all the weeks gone by in that shell
Made me wonder why they came
To sack and pillage all we thought sane
Only to be ravaged by the livid claws of war
And see the still fresh tracks of a wagon cart
Trailing to a place that they broke apart


The author's comments:

The inspiration of this piece came from a historical event in South Africa, in which the colonizing English forces fought the Zulu tribe in the east. Caught in the crossfire of war however, were the Boers who were the original Dutch inhabitants of the area. Many of them were killed or lost their property after the war and were never repaid.


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