The former land of promise is
now a land-locked prison.
The widows
and orphans,
those who remain must
scratch a living
on sugar plantations.
Servitude, for
those who remain,
the ones not yet stolen,
the ones not yet lost.
They’ll be lucky to reach twenty five,
cursed to see thirty.
The king
ignores,
the Libandla
debates,
while the people
live
and
die.
(Swaziland)
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