GloMag GloMagMay2019 - Page 227

Forbidden soil; a dark speck on the earth, Tottering existence of life; a speaking portrait, often recite its ballad I hear. My subject! a turf of dust worth a million, Diamond or gold; natural or in flesh and blood, Land of treasures hunted down and made to shed tears for ever, for the sake of game squad; The white and diseased surface of the globe! Not ostensible to say; thy black past is the bitter truth, Frightening shades of many bygone centuries, Thy naked body distorted; torn gossamer pleased Traveller's eyes around the world. 227