Epic Conclusion
233 Words
The three brothers, now aged yet strong,
Watched the beauty rise, proud and long.
Their journey, a tapestry of blood and tears,
Woven through decades, through struggles and fears.
They saw a people, resilient, awake,
Who faced their past and learned to remake.
The beauty smiled, her voice clear and bright,
“Though darkness came, we held the light.”
From the Cape to the Highveld, through mountains and streams,
The echoes of history flowed in dreams.
Of treks and battles, of exile and pain,
Of laughter, of music, of enduring strain.
The brothers knew their mission fulfilled,
Their legacy safe, their courage instilled.
For sleeping, beauty is never truly gone,
When hearts keep faith, the spirit lives on.
Through centuries’ trials, oppression, and fear,
Through wars, migrations, and visions unclear,
The Afrikaner spirit, though tested and tried,
Remained unbroken, with pride as its guide.
And so the reel and the history entwine,
A story of struggle, of loss, of time.
A people awakened, aware, and free,
Embracing their past, forging destiny.
The sun set slowly on plains so wide,
Three brothers at her side, eyes open, stride by stride.
The beauty of a nation, in sunlight, is revealed,
A legacy eternal, a fate unconcealed.
And in that moment, the world could see,
The courage, the heritage, the unity.
For tales of old and visions anew,
They are carried forever in hearts true.
- Writer
