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Artworks
Under the Shadow of a Flywhisk We Dream to Heal the Land
Anthropomorphic spirit out in search of demons
That assault the body and devour our health with relish
We go to war
Memories of King Shaka’s ‘Bull’s Horn’ strategy unfold
This time to combat invisible yet deadly viruses
With speed and determination
We travel on manes of the gods to battlefields
Where soldiers sweat, wrestle with dry coughs
As fingertips tickle and shake
We have fought these armies before
Ancestral memories rise to
Transport us to verdant fields
Where weapons of nature grow
To heal an ailing people
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