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Azanian Love Song 3 Sophiatown Once teeming byways Now emit an unearthly odour strange, unfamiliar to my senses This Christmas day Has lost the fervour of olden times Buildings lie beaten by bulldozers And scavengers rake The skeletal dreams Of a dispossessed people Guns that drove us from our nests Stain our feathers with Sharpeville blood On that unforgotten hour When Herod’s men trampled the dark folk Who sang freedom songs The steeple clock Records the seizure of our dreams: Why do we lie in the dust Like clowns in a receding twilight Laughing at the dying day ...

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