Injustice seldom ends
with an abrupt stretch of rope,
a sudden arresting.
And as in the beginning
self-interest bends to
justify racial extremes.
Those official documents,
their flourished signatures
only lend a cartoon dignity.
Back then, when the grab
for land was in full swing,
bullets still killed forever.
The dead may rest in peace
of magnificent endeavour
while descendants sing
Tho’ still dispossessed, whether
by way of white man’s disease
or famished skilfully to death.
© 18 March 2009, I. D. Carswell
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