The Rain Will Come

(Extract from the play: “The Wait” by the same author)

Every sunrise
We wake our empty stomach
Today is different
The rain will come

Thirteen winters withered
Heads in collision
Our fed-up stomach still
Chants empty revolt-illusion

As the people’s regiment fire
The same stinking fart
In unison
Today is today
The rain will come

Every sundown
We sleep our empty stomach
Tomorrow is different
The rain will come

by Marota Aphane

Comments (1)

i'm deeply touched for your sorrowness.........may god bless all of you.