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soweto poems
Exorcism 9: Black Light, the Merchant of Fright
Soweto babies are born in graves Scorned and brave and mourned and shamed I bleed these words honestly We are, in varying degrees what we are made to be Black pride is rubble It’s all a muddle Now that hate is subtle Welfare, workfare, and love don’t solve what dying might Dynamite is the Average…
