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-accursed Then, Accursed Now-
ACCURSED THEN, ACCURSED NOW is a Dedication to all fellow South African's and to People throughout the world who has suffered the shame of pigments bane. Sullied and tainted words Bloodied red, in pain etched hearts Doom strickened from the start Sisters white, brothers brown. This one better, that one to cast aside Feel the pain, hear still today, how it screams Because of the past, the future still bears the cost Separate development, separated families. Political idiots of yesteryear, fared still no better today Chaotic then, stigmatic now In numbers and colours, have peoples classified And have each generation, the other brought to shame. Parents denied and lost on the road of memories bane Families ferreted and hounded, and at a distance placed Left to flounder at the wayside as fragmented debris stock And guiltily forgotten by an intermingled past. How man's atrocities the Lord Father would want to blame For mans insane laws, enacted by the bigotted vain Has compasssion flown man's vocalled coop Has Humanity perhaps, an other name?
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