To Lyndi Fourie Letlapa Mphahlele Presented to Ginn at Reconciliation Meeting in Khyalitsha 2 January 2003 Forgive our deafness Our ears are modulated To hear voices of the dead Counselling us from your tomb We leap at your still commands Hands that unleashed thunder on you Nine summers ago This summer tremble before your throne In the twilight of our age The angry soldier breezed from the bush Tried in vain to hate Succeeded in hurting Today the guerilla is foraging the bush For herbs To heal hearts swollen with grief Show us How to muffle the roar of our rage How to dam the rivers of our tears How to share laughter and land Land and laughter Forgive our idiocy Our souls are tuned To heed prophecy By the graveside of the prophet Whose blood we spilt Whose teachings we ridiculed While he walked among us