9.         THE TREE

A thorn tree in an apartheid bent cross,
stand next to the Rubicon we want to cross,
with thin leaves and green dreams
dripping sap from weak branches.

Here the nations have passed,
here they wish to last,
to stake their fateful claim
on a wooden foundation.

Look at the global green field
and life at play,
all in an active way,
playing freely their united game.
Come on, self made tree,
join us, you said you are free.