Staffrider Vol.3 No.4 Dec-Jan 1980 - DISA

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Staffrider Gallery Mphathi Gocini, Radinyeka MosakaIRadinyeka Mosaka, 'Dancing Starvation Away', DrawingMphathi Gocini, 'African Wedding', Lino-cut16 STAFFRIDER, DECEMBER 1980/JANUARY 1981
D.John Simon.IN MEMORIAM-BERNARD FORTUINSHOOT TO KILL(In memoriam Bernard Fortuin - 28 May 1980)They killed you, poor boy,Before you could speak,Gunned you downWould not listenBefore they firedAnd left you to sink.No aid allowed, poor boy,No aid allowed,Instead loud curses in taalFor a mother's soft armsTo give you rest.Paul Sibisi, 'Unrest IF (colour)SOUTH AFRICAN PARALLELSqueezing the trigger, cold goldeases through the lobeand dangles like a tearimpaled on a young cheek.The ears are puncturedfor the sake of vanity.In Elsies River, where windsheap Cape dust on dustin desolate places,two mothers had their childrenpierced, in the nameof peace and sanity.Shari RobinsonBALLAD OF BERNARD FORTUINElsie's River in the afternoon:Kids throwing stones, car windows splinterIn Halt Road, where the mob grows,Lame and blind governors, cause of the fury,Sit, eating beefsteak in Parliament House,While cold sunlight strikes on the hard stones —Clenched hard, hate-hard, white hate . . .Bernard Fortuin, sent to buy bread;His mother waits, and waits;And jungle green, brown outfits of policemen,Brown to be inconspicuous — in Elsie's River . . .A Blue Kombi receives the onslaught,Black stones batter its body;It spits deathAnd Bernard Fortuin receives the poison . . .Crowd kept back — blood liquid from his throat'Laat die donner Vrek,' says a cop.Mother waits for the son and the bread,And the snake recoils,Waits for the nextBernard Fortuin.Steve JacobsThey killed you, poor boy,Before you could shout,Gunned you downWould not hearBefore their fireTook you for night.No aid allowed, poor boy.For those felledLike trees,Instead loud curses in taalFor a mother's grief.They killed you, poor boy,Before you could speak,Before you could shout,Before you could scream.They blew your lifeAnd cursed in taal.To what end,Fifteen years old,Have you been spent?To what endHas your being gone,From us been sent?To what endHas your blood been spilt?To what endIs buried a nation's guilt?A mother's tears,A people's grief,A nation's conscience:We lay flowersThis June dayBreak petalsAnd wonderWhy things are soBeneath our sun,Forever changed,Poor boy,By you.D. John Simon(Written 31 May 1980, 'Republic'Day,Lansdowne, Cape Town)STAFFRIDER, DECEMBER 1980/JANUARY 1981 17
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