Moemise Motsepe
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Poem "Galantly the flags billow":
- written June 2010
- published June 24, 2010
- viewed 20 times
Other poems by Moemise Motsepe:
»A secret called ridgeway«
»anthem to the gods«
»at the feet of a goddess«
»bride of thunder«
»eclipse - a ceremony of rebirth«
»i fly«
»i search for god«
»moonlight in her eyes«
»the end of poetry«
»the epilogue of venom«
»To her grace I dance«
»war of the elements«
»we remember the lion«
»when the poet passes«
Visit Moemise Motsepe's profile page
Poem "Galantly the flags billow":
- written June 2010
- published June 24, 2010
- viewed 20 times
Other poems by Moemise Motsepe:
»A secret called ridgeway«»anthem to the gods«»at the feet of a goddess«»bride of thunder«»eclipse - a ceremony of rebirth«»i fly«»i search for god«»moonlight in her eyes«»the end of poetry«»the epilogue of venom«»To her grace I dance«»war of the elements«»we remember the lion«»when the poet passes«»Galantly the flags billow«
In the season of the beautiful game
at its finest
its grandest ever
gallantly billow the flags on African soil
as nations meet in her south
at a time of peace to wage bloodless combat
as each stakes a quest
to lift the greatest cup of all
the crown for which many will weep
and fewer will rejoice when the carnival ends
it is time
The melody of anthems fill the heart
as titan is drawn against titan
idol against idol matched
only one nation will be kings
when the fire burns in the veins
as the lions roar and roam the grassland
and the magic of the universe gathers
to unleash an earthquake of voices
the people chanting in tongues unheard before
when glory descends upon the warriors
and the hour of the hero arrives
ah!
it is time
And to those nations that are yet to lift the trophy
to enrich the narrative of this great contest
the day will dawn when your story is told
when the volcano of your voices erupts
the quest for a prize greater than gold
lies in the sights of those that see through their hearts
triumph is the fool of the brave
winazela
warrior
it is time
at its finest
its grandest ever
gallantly billow the flags on African soil
as nations meet in her south
at a time of peace to wage bloodless combat
as each stakes a quest
to lift the greatest cup of all
the crown for which many will weep
and fewer will rejoice when the carnival ends
it is time
The melody of anthems fill the heart
as titan is drawn against titan
idol against idol matched
only one nation will be kings
when the fire burns in the veins
as the lions roar and roam the grassland
and the magic of the universe gathers
to unleash an earthquake of voices
the people chanting in tongues unheard before
when glory descends upon the warriors
and the hour of the hero arrives
ah!
it is time
And to those nations that are yet to lift the trophy
to enrich the narrative of this great contest
the day will dawn when your story is told
when the volcano of your voices erupts
the quest for a prize greater than gold
lies in the sights of those that see through their hearts
triumph is the fool of the brave
winazela
warrior
it is time
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