Desmond Tutu tells me
I am wonderful.
I have been a reconciler.
I have been a forgiver.
I have been wonderful.
It feels good.
It helps cheer me up.
But you know, I must tell you,
Sometimes in the night,
Sometimes in the dark,
I find my heart weeping.
It is as if I am bleeding tears.
They say they made a braaivleis,
They opened a six-pack,
They sat around drinking
While he burnt to death.
My son burnt to death.
When he was a baby,
He would stop crying
And smile at me
When I offered him my breast.
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