http://www.litnet.co.za/Article/marikanaLitNet 2013en-usCopyright 2013media@litnet.co.zaMon, 20 May 2013 03:18:55 +0200LitNet - PoetryLitNet | RSS - PoetryHeidi Henninghttp://www.litnet.co.za/1097/Heidi Henninghttp://www.litnet.co.za/assets/content/large/marikana2.jpghttp://www.litnet.co.za/Article/marikanafID89447Some textcat89447http://www.litnet.co.za/Article/marikana<p>This stretch of land<br /> has known battles<br /> long into the backlog of time<br /> Battles for land, for freedom<br /> Ndebele warriors flashing war chants<br /> beating on their shields<br /> Boers hiding in the crevices of the cliff<br /> crawling, secretly in the night<br /> Now, there are miners<br /> battling for survival<br /> standing on the rock<br /> no rhythm,<br /> driven out by force.<br /> <br /> I drive with a young boy<br /> and his South African flag school bag<br /> <br /> he has an exam, taking his last-minute study notes<br /> following, unexpected, a queue of police cars<br /> <br /> desperation from them<br /> and the miners who dig out the stones of the empire<br /> bashing against them<br /> &quot;give us dignity&quot;<br /> &ldquo;give .. us &hellip; dignified salary&rdquo;.<br /> <br /> The battle continues<br /> the personal<br /> the monetary monopoly game<br /> and the only common denominator<br /> is the land, unmoving, washed with new blood<br /> and the blood<br /> illuminated<br /> in the red setting sun.</p> <br />2013-05-20T03:18:55+02:00