A Violent Calm
Their police boots
Bark like a bull-dog
Near the Sharpeville sea
Of men’s blood;
Their guns boom
Like the Hiroshima bombs
Which for years
Remain the bane of men;
When they saw me
Passing through the street
They buried their faces
Of shame and humiliation –
Our once beautiful land is calmed again
Thru’ the violence of the red-hands.
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