The New Generation
274 Words
Oh, children of the modern day,
With gadgets bright and games to play,
Yet in your hearts, the old songs call,
A love for the land that binds us all.
Through technology and screens aglow,
The past can live, the seeds can grow,
For every poem typed, every tale told,
Is a treasure chest of value untold.
Through courage, hope, and quiet might,
They hold the culture in broad daylight,
A generation not afraid to see,
The strength of their identity.And when the winds of change sweep wide,
When doubts and fears are hard to hide,
The Afrikaner heart beats still and fast,
A rhythm rooted deep in the past.
For culture is not just land or stone,
It is the fire that burns alone,
Within the spirit, the tongue, the mind,
A light no darkness can ever bind.
Through trials faced and battles won,
Through sorrow, loss, and setting sun,
The people stand, both firm and free,
Guarding roots, yet seeking to be.So under the vast and endless sky,
Where golden grass waves and spirits fly,
The Afrikaner walks with head held high,
A story of resilience that will not die.
Through every farm, through every street,
Through challenges no eye may meet,
The culture lives, it breathes, it sings,
A tapestry woven of ancient strings.
And though the world may turn and sway,
And modern times may drift away,
The Afrikaner heart will always find,
The threads of heritage intertwined.
For hope is the seed, and love the sun,
And with each day, the story’s begun.
The wind of the veld whispers clear and long:
“The Afrikaner spirit remains strong.”
- Writer
