Apartheid and A Dry White Season
As I read through the lines I see fear not the truth,
The pages are all stained, crumpled, marked with dark strokes,
The words are screaming, they are going up in smoke
In Africa, stop hiding they're destroying youth.
A cover dark as the night or white as the light,
My heart is blind ; but is not deaf and will not be
Dumb. The murders of my friends, threats, injustice, three
Shots will find me unafraid until my last fight:
I leave behind me an open book.
A. (classe de 1ère)
Tags: South Africa, Apartheid, movie, cinema
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