Warrior Spirit

Warrior Spirit

Caught in the sharp jaws of death

I utter the praise songs of my forbears

My spear raises my arm

My feet acquire the speed of cheetahs

I become one with my totem

And know we shall heal the diseases of war

If we follow the path of love

Even as some plant fields of bigotry and hate

We tread the burning path of truth

Our truth, yours and mine

  • Pitika Ntuli
  • Bone, beads and found objects
  • 59 x 36 x 16 cm