Cry with me, Mother
And let our teardrops turn to rock
You can strike me until I shatter into a million pieces:
I will become the sands of time
I will become the truth of imminent change
For cities and kingdoms are built upon those sands
that cross oceans to feed the Amazon
I will become your mirror
Showing you the emptiness inside you
Because nothing will ever be enough
For an empty heart
© 2024 Marieke de Koker
Mtunzini, South Africa 2019
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