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Azanian Love Song 113 A Song for Mandela Inside of me in this blackened casket wounds lie sealed like bodies in a vault Shouts of anger crackle like flames in the fireplace of injustice Beneath me impatient tremors burst out to break the dry olive branch of peace sold at the marketplace of deception Around me the precious womb that bled me to life flesh that clothed my soul and gave it wings Yet even a mother’s love is fragile to torment and to terror Beside me heavy footfalls of running men cries of thwarted souls rush like restless rain from the skies of despair Near me I hear the staunch march of anxious feet carrying the sounds of defiance Not alone, God, not alone will we rise up to repossess our land Truth is witness to our wrath and our commitment Evil has had its day  114 Don Mattera Beside me around and beneath me inside this burning self where impatient drums beat a martial song I hear Mandela singing: Unzima lomtwalo Ufuna amadoda namakhosikazi ...

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