Inheritance

Helplessly, silent; we watched it being seized away, all our lands. The Government—a fulltime bewitching whore had promised Jobs. Industrialization. Power, Electric. Everything went, Nothing came. Now, landless, uprooted, unsettled in a resettlement colony we feast our souls on lucent memories—Of an earlier life. When memory charts familiar horizons I often recollect that long ago rainy Sunday in our crowded church, Fr. Jose reading crisply “Blessed are the meek for they shall inherit the earth.” (First published in Sweet Magazine, South Africa)