For those who walked the walk
Even to the graves of those who fell
Those who held out
When it was easier to stall
those who linked hands
tangibly and intangibly
thank you

They gave birth to courage
And birthed even more seeds of hope
Some times their voices seemed to be flying
on vacuous ears and eyes
But seeding along the way all the same

After all the sweat and tears
A time for joy surely must come
If only for the sake of those who have fallen
for us all to reap
Those ever illusive matunda we were promised so long ago...
they might be over-ripe now had we waited
And maybe this stench is what that is
That maybe we are looking in the wrong place
But should hunt for those germinating seedlings instead or still

Happy 2011

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