For months now South Africa has experience labour unrest as it has not seen since the days of apartheid. Much property has been damaged, our economy has been weakened, our international image marred, and far too many people have died. I fear the inequality and the urgent need to magically fix every wrong perceived to be caused by apartheid will completely tear my country apart. Something broke as I read another article on this today, and so I had to write something about it. Here is a poem. I hope in future there will be a time for the opposite sentiments to be expressed.
The struggle is not dead, not in Rustenburg and not in Ceres the fires still burn how will they forget the past? piece by piece as they tear the future apart the fruits of comradeship are pangas, struggle songs, dead boers and Lonmin massacres dig your treasure out of the ground and out of stone white hearts smash the ore to pieces smelt it in the furnace of your hate and sing Lord, bless Africa our land with the blazing blue sky
Meditations of Lambchop 