The Cry of South Africa
Olive Schreiner
By Adrian Mackenzie
Give back my dead !
They who by kop and fountain
First saw the light upon my rocky breast !
Give back my dead,
The sons who played upon me
When Childhood’s dews still rested on their heads.
Give back my dead
Whom thou hast riven from me
By arms of men loud call from earth’s farthest bounds
To wet my bosom with my children’s blood !
Give back my dead
The dead who grew up on me !
Points on Author:
Poem was written in South Africa during the Anglo-Boer War
Authors is a femininist & against violence
➔ The poem is not an Apostrophe, however, South Africa is
Personified as a mother figure (Perhaps mother of soldiers)
Olive Schreiner
By Adrian Mackenzie
Give back my dead !
They who by kop and fountain
First saw the light upon my rocky breast !
Give back my dead,
The sons who played upon me
When Childhood’s dews still rested on their heads.
Give back my dead
Whom thou hast riven from me
By arms of men loud call from earth’s farthest bounds
To wet my bosom with my children’s blood !
Give back my dead
The dead who grew up on me !
Points on Author:
Poem was written in South Africa during the Anglo-Boer War
Authors is a femininist & against violence
➔ The poem is not an Apostrophe, however, South Africa is
Personified as a mother figure (Perhaps mother of soldiers)
