(Weizman H.)
Soweto sowed songs
To call to come if not
On the street
So soon to stones
Only to reap in return
A whirl wind of white fear
Handing out shovels
To pit open the earth
Are these lucky ones
The comrades of yesterday
Dying in no different direction
Burial is a state function
And all can attend
The dead are not excluded
The not too...
