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Was there cloud on Table Mountain, did it gleam against the sky?
Did I tell you of a people whose hearts will never
Perhaps you may remember on that terrifying day,
When crushed our hearts to debris – the air suffocated with
And sadly chilled so silent was the wind that blew, through the wreckage
Of my home and the District Six, I
Were anguished peoples martyred for the skin they wear –
To trek the arrogance of force, finding apocalypse waiting
Quick the sand through periled marsh – unprotected the terrain –