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“I’m sitting on the top of Kilimanjaro
I can see a new tomorrow”
Juluka “Kilimanjaro”

I’m sitting on a mine dump
hoping for a clean slate
or at least
where we are not
weighed down by
our mistakes

finally recover from
the tyranny of
Empire, all
dreams of imperialism
learn to embrace
everything about
our human race
yet understand its evil

You sang of
the impi that stood
foursquare against
the machinations
of a foreign power
had their day
in the bloody sun

the one that they hoped
would never set
of their ships, their
factories, their mines
their railways.

So let me
play that song
once more

old times, great future,
thrill of enjoyment, and yes,
as requiem