The Sun on this Rubble
The sun on this rubble after rain
Bruised though we must be
Some easement we require
Unarguably, though we argue against desire.
Under jackboots our bones and spirits are crunched
forced into sweat-tear-sodden slush
-noow glow-lipped by this sudden touch.
-sun-stripped perhaps, our bones may latter sing
or spell out some malignant nemesis
Sharpevilled to spearpoints for revenging
but now our pride-dumbed mouths are wide
in wordless supplications
-are grateful for the least relief from pain
-like this sun on this debris after rain
Dennis Brutus born in Salisbury, Rhodesia in 1924. He actively participated in the struggle against apartheid in South Africa. (from Exam Focus Literature in English)