Once again, a vessel set to sail
To a nameless endeavor; in her discovery
A precious pearl, a scarce stone
Embellished with intellect; sophisticated
Veins, streaming intertwining threads of grace
A torrent of ambrosia, of delectable delight
A torrent that overflows, its essence never done
Yet, its chalice poisoned and neglectful
Cascading a bitter nectar
To a mouth, tongue, and lips; its fate illuded
Drink it full and thorough– digesting it to its dregs
With a fleeting appetite, one of loss
Of her truth; of her kind; of her luxury
Its vessel adrift; under apartheid
Abandoned in an endeavor of prayer; to see her flourish once again
“An eventual return to my وطن…”