Poem: There is no “I” in death
If you are looking for someone who actively supported apartheid You will always be faced with a quiet room The sudden hush of the crickets who rapidly flick their eyes around the room Desperately hoping somebody else will claim responsibility for that one For a new nation to be born out of the ashes of the old one Something needed to die Systems, structures, attitudes and behaviours… “Even words?” The fifty-eight year old [...]