For It Is The Dawn That Has

But When The Dawn Will Come, Of Our Emancipation, From The Fear Of Bondage And The Bondage Of Fear, Why, That Is A Secret.

I Envision Someday A Great, Peaceful South Africa In Which The World Will Take Pride, A Nation In Which Each Of Many Different Groups Will Be Making Its Own Creative Contribution.

In The Deserted Harbour There Is Yet Water That Laps Against The Quays. In The Dark And Silent Forest, There Is A Leaf That Falls. Behind The Polished Panelling The White Ant Eats Away The Wood. Nothing Is Ever Quiet, Except For Fools

Something Deep Is Touched Here, Something That Is Good And Deep.

But Perhaps When You Were Too Obedient, And Did Not Do Openly What Others Did, And Were Quiet In Church And Hard-working At School, Then Some Unknown Rebellion Brewed In You, Doing Harm To You, Though How I Do Not Understand.