Mathew Lewis - South Africa

My country has bled so much before, <br />It coursed through every valley, every hill, <br />And pain was the word carried in wrath, <br />For my country held against its will. <br /> <br />My country has broken many bones, <br />Abused by those who were supposed to care, <br />They left her stranded alone and lost, <br />Stripped of hope, broken, and bare. <br /> <br />My country had almost given up, <br />What hope could she ever claim? <br />The sores festered at the edges, <br />All she ever felt was pain. <br /> <br />But they never broke her, <br />She never rocked, never swayed, <br />Now she mocks her former captors, <br />She stands as a jewel newly made, <br /> <br />And we will fight for her, <br />Her dignity and her grace, <br />We who are her people, <br />No matter our gender. No matter our race.<br /><br />Mathew Lewis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/south-africa/