SON OF THE SOIL (poem)

SON OF THE SOIL (poem) - Zolani Mkiva - South Africa - Poetry International



I do not have perfumed lips 
But I speak the truth 

I do not have cat eyes 
But I can see the true colors of the universe 

I do not have donkey ears 
But I can hear what make sense and what is a nuisance 

I do not have a dog nose 
But I can smell and distinguish between carbo-monoxide & oxygen 

I do not have a big heart 
But I do have passion for love and I love people 

I do not have soft hands 
But I can deliver my people from shame 

I am the son of the soil 
Like daughters of the land 

I am the filament of freedom 
I am the pistil of peace 
I am the calyx of consciousness 
I am the corolla of peoples cause 
I am the pollen of prosperity 
I am the anther of amicable solutions 

I am the stem of our society 
The son of the soil