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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=399474" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Child Is Still Alive</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">(in answer to Ingrid Jonker) </div><div style="margin:10px 0">The child is still alive, <br>his spirit nobody can extinguish, <br>the small fists of the child hits on its mother's back<br>where she is carrying him<br>and out of control the child is crying<br>when his mother screams Africa and amandla<br>or like a Voortrekker woman with bare feet<br>try to find a way in the veldt to wild fruits<br>with snot that runs from his nose over his cheeks<br>where paper thin dogs run away scared<br>and a murderous crowd walks in the street, <br>but the child's voice<br>is swallowed by the roar of the crowd.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The whole country is degenerating<br>with cities becoming hovels overnight, <br>in anger the child lifts his fists against his father, <br>throws bricks and stones that fall like hail<br>and his father is without a job, <br>while people stream in from other countries<br>to fill all the vacant positions<br>and people walk in mass riots<br>while they scream Africa and amandla, <br>the child has a blown up stomach and is emaciated<br>and smells of human refuse.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The child is still alive, <br>his spirit nobody can extinguish, <br>not in Soweto, or at Thembisa, or in Sunnyside<br>or Hillbrow or wherever, <br>everywhere his toddler sister is raped<br>to rescue barbaric adult males<br>from AIDS, <br>or for the medicine of witchdoctors<br>she is cut apart<br>and however the child is suffering<br>he still is alive.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The child is still alive, <br>his spirit nobody can extinguish, <br>and he grows rebellious<br>while education degenerates<br>to human rights and politics<br>where knowledge, own values<br>and religion is been unlearned<br>and the child realises<br>that he will have no kind of future.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The child hides in the shadows, <br>notices the civil service<br>see how these people act fraudulently, <br>how they steal from the entire country, <br>even in the highest councils<br>where suppressing laws are being passed; <br>the child is unseen but present<br>and he notices how people are being bribed, <br>how everyone is living for his or her own gain, <br>the child peeps through bus windows, <br>through the windows of shacks in slums<br>and he wonders when it will be safe again<br>to play carefree outside, <br>to feel the sun on his skin? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Each opportunity and even his freedom<br>is being stolen from him time after time<br>and cursing whores are on the street, <br>drug lords from Nigeria, <br>thieves and killers from Zimbabwe<br>that gather everywhere in small groups<br>and strangers steal opportunities<br>as if they belong to them.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The child that wanted to feel the sun on his skin<br>in due time grows to be a man, <br>and decide to forget his father and his ancestors, <br>to forget about their corruption, <br>has great zeal for a new place, <br>(somewhere on this continent of Africa) <br>where everybody careless and free<br>can lead a own life<br>and he moves from place to place<br>where he tells everybody about his ideology<br>until his followers grow to gigantic numbers<br>and continually everyone is searching for some answers, <br>while no starvation, robbery, murder and illnesses<br>does devour Africa.</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 child is still alive, 
his spirit nobody can extinguish, 
the small fists of the child hits on its mother's back
where she is carrying him
and out of control the child is crying
when his mother screams Africa and..."></div>
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