Betrayal, war, and the long slumber
239 Words
Through valleys wide and mountains steep,
The brothers marched while shadows crept.
For forces foreign, with greed and might,
Descended upon their homestead bright.
The eldest brother raised his hand,
Defending the soil, defending the land.
Yet betrayal lurked in friend and kin,
Where whispers of power and profit begin.
The middle brother trembled, torn in the fray,
Watching the veld drenched in clay.
Boer cannons thundered, cities burned,
And the people’s hope for justice churned.
The youngest brother wept at the cost,
Of families lost and futures tossed.
Yet in his heart, a fire remained,
A promise that one day peace would be gained.
And she—sleeping beauty, in chambers dark,
Fell deeper into a cursed, silent park.
Her people scattered, her lands seized,
Her voice unheard, her culture appeased.
The mines gleamed with foreign gold,
The cities are filled with stories untold.
Afrikaner children learned of pain,
Of families broken, of pride in chains.
Years stretched long, decades passed,
The beauty lay silent, trapped in the past.
Yet the brothers wandered, never gave in,
Preserving their stories, their kin, their skin.
Through winters harsh and summers dry,
They raised the banner, kept hopes high.
Even as nations shifted and borders changed,
Their souls remained, resolute, unstranged.
The slumber was deep, but not forever,
For time shapes all, no curse can sever.
The awakening awaited, a promise unseen,
In the hearts of those who keep their dream.
- Writer
