Barry Kerr

District Six

Was there cloud on Table Mountain, did it gleam against the sky?
Did I tell you of a people whose hearts will never
Die?
Perhaps you may remember on that terrifying day,
When crushed our hearts to debris – the air suffocated with
Dismay?

And sadly chilled so silent was the wind that blew, through the wreckage
Of my home and the District Six, I
Knew!

Were anguished peoples martyred for the skin they wear –
To trek the arrogance of force, finding apocalypse waiting
There?
Quick the sand through periled marsh – unprotected the terrain –
No ...