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 alive
For a feel of what to come
And the rest of freedom
Is an erected monument
Of remembrance
No more raging blood of more songs
The old songs of freedom
Are no longer audible
They have petered out of the heart
For new songs from across the ocean
Where the birthday
Of one man is how much
The available freedom
And then only for who can buy
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