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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=397524" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>An African experience (in reply to Agostinho Neto)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">That night it looked as if<br>the whole of the horizon was ablaze, <br>men were beating the fire throwing huge shadows<br>waving with arms outstretched<br>with the acrid smell of burning palms trees<br>filling the night air<br>and the fire was still spreading.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A row of Bailundu were carrying their possessions<br>were already fleeing, running away <br>as if they could outrun the blaze, <br>chased on by a strong wind<br>the kind of thing setting the hearts, <br>the minds of men alight, <br>taking possession of everything<br>and raising fear in non-believers<br>of party politics of freedom <br>by force, by the barrel of the gun</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and even the coloured girl<br>reddening her face, using rouge<br>smiling at the mirror<br>felt the prickles of fear<br>going up and down her spine<br>thinking that maybe she wasn’t black enough<br>but let the though go<br>as her lovely body had proofed enough<br>its value up to now</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and the sleepless man, thinking about eating utensils, <br>the care of his whole family<br>got out of bed and watched the horizon, <br>the red sky anxiously, afraid that the fire<br>was going to consume his house<br>and he wanted nothing but peace<br>but the far off shots of blazing guns<br>drawing closer, of mortar bombs exploding<br>and rocket shells hitting destroying, <br>had him in a frenzy of fear</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and the silhouettes coming from the horizon<br>wasn’t of people killing fire, or dancing to the music<br>of marimbas, <br>it was the signs of a vicious civil war<br>coming nearer and nearer<br>with a consuming blaze</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and soon the whole country <br>would be on fire, <br>burning from shore to shore<br>in a destructive war<br>that would leave its people shattered<br>in poverty and with starvation, <br>with legs shot off by landmines.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>[Reference: African poetry by Agostinho Neto]</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Gert+Strydom">Gert Strydom</a><div class=q>
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the whole of the horizon was ablaze, 
men were beating the fire throwing huge shadows
waving with arms outstretched
with the acrid smell of burning palms trees
filling the night air
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