Classic Poem

Like our tortured Land,
We have suffered tribulation:
Droughts of hate have devastated us;
Erosions of the spirit have made us poor;
The waters of love, sweeping over us,
Have escaped unheeded.
How long shall we wander aimlessly
In deserts of drought and despair?
How long shall we walk blindly
In a land flooded with sunshine?
How long shall we insult the vast veld
With our mean thoughts?
And shatter its great silences
With the noise of our petty wrangles?