Colonel Mathura beckons me forward, but the balcony is a maw with a balustrade of marble teeth. The crowd devours me with their cheers. I shuffle forward to be consumed by their support. The midday ... [+]
o n e
our faces, our facet
many lives not placid
new wars have begun
still, underneath we are one
different colour skin
identical hues within
all under the same sun
indubitably, we are one
some come with an angle
their words a convoluted tangle
when mass deception is done
unspoken, we are one
illusion, superficiality
there's a life behind what we see
when the weary work day is done
unmasked, we are one
before monetary concern
and swarthy crosses burned
our breasts without a gun
disarmed, we are one
to conquer is division
individuality, incision
a borderless song is sung
all nation, we are one
so many that have bled
but we all surely run red
before the rat race run
in silence, we are one
black and white, woman, man
head and heart understand
new peace has begun
universally, we are one
winter 2002