Blackened Hands, Blackened Hearts

Ten years this pick tires my hands,
In this prison of rock and sand.
Trapped in this life of regret,
Now my own dignity I forget.
Darkness invades my space,
As I loose hope in this place.

To remember the deaths of once dear,
It is now the lives of the innocent I fear.
Worthless, blackened hands slaves to the mine,
While those heavy men dine.
Their hate brews from absolute power,
But our love and unity grow by the hour.

Our children today will better tomorrow,
For it is honour that we follow.
As their wrongs become our right,
We will help them regain sight.
So what burdens me, I hold in my chest,
Until my final day of rest.

Blackened Hands, Blackened Hearts

TheDreamer

Joined November 2009

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It is about apartheid and the struggles black men had to live through. The narrator is an oppressed miner who has lost hope in the world but he believes that things will get better in time.

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