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110 Don Mattera Exiles For Serote, Brutus & Makeba Azanian exiles weeping against the moon, traversing the shores of strange lands standing attention to foreign flags alienated, tolerated nomads sleeping in cars, park benches or dining with kings, I pine for you with longing that eats my spirit, tears out my eyes Hearts reaching out across the dark distances where emotions are imprisoned in the breast voices crying where others are silent I hunger for the fire-glow of your comradeship, and though our graves have long been dug out we smile at death What some men call beauty we call pain Azanian Love Song 111 Home is no longer home but a cemetery for unlived, unrealised dreams where children seek shade under trees of dead bones By the river by the sea my soul awaits your home-coming I am not estranged from your anguish you who weep against the moon and make your bed on bramble bush, I pine for you with longing that eats my eyes and tears out my spirit ...

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