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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=392428" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Shadows of Stephen</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">You can run alongside but he's out of your hands<br>He stumbles in the sad and stony road<br>He has the bible but they have the land<br>You can touch his side as the slickness of sky<br>Sends its twisted messages among you<br> <br>And can you hear your windy cry, that plea<br>For release against the soldiers of the creed<br>Of the still-born revolution, hateful energy<br>On which your authorities feed? <br> <br>Pray as you may, on your Sabbath of decay<br>That he will live among the poorly-fed<br>To be rumoured and remembered<br>In the dark and centurion years ahead<br>Write poems for the beauty of his skin<br>Washed in the blood of your love for him<br>For which you will be exiles, and pray<br>He will not drive in limousines<br>His words will be obscenity<br>If men are still obscene<br> <br>They mock his blackness harder than his dreams<br> <br>Hear his song conciliation, see his eyes<br>They bind him with passivity, they ride<br>Beside him through the throng<br>His hands are open now in theirs'.<br>Soon they will be shattering his palms.<br> <br>In the shadows of Stephen<br>Men will take to arms.<br> <br> <br>For Stephen Biko<br>December 1977</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Frank+Bana">Frank Bana</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=392428" data-title="The Shadows of Stephen de Frank Bana" data-description="You can run alongside but he's out of your hands He stumbles in the sad and stony road He has the bible but they have the land You can touch his side as the slickness of sky Sends its twisted messages among you And can you hear your windy cry, t..."></div> </div> </div>
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