I am the tree
creaking in the wind
outside in the night
twisted and stubborn:
I am the sheet
of the twisted tin
shack
grating in the wind
in a shrill sad protest:
I am the voice
crying in the night
that cries endlessly
and will not be consoled.
Dennis Vincent Brutus (1924 - 2009) South Africa
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