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

"•'•.'••>':'•'•".;'•"•'•'• • • • • : • : ' • • : , . : , : ' ' 'i § ^ i ^ ••••.-Azanian Love SongLike a tall oakI lift my arms to catch the windwith bruised fingers,and somewhere in the ghettoa Child is born,a mother's anxiety and painhide in a forest of hope.Like a straight pineI point my finger at Godcounting a million scarson my dreamsand somewhere in the ghettoa Child is weeping,a woman writes her legacyon leaves of despair.Like a weeping willowI drop my soul into a pool of firesomewhere in a dark sanctuaryI hear the sound of a Freedom SonjThe Child has risenand walks defiantlytowards the lion's lairundaunted, unafraid . . .Omarrudin