They come at night
Flaming torches
Angry voices,
"Come out you dog!"
They yell,
"Come out you dog!"
They drag me out

I look back at her
My wife
Clutching her belly
To protect life
As I sense
"the fear-filled flutter of her heart"

They say
"Go home",
Because I don't belong
They say
"You thief",
Because I do what they won't

In a country
Not my own
A country
Part of a continent
Our home

© Saurell Boyers

Day 2 | 15 November 2011

(South Africa)