Tuesday, 20 May 2008

Two Responses to the South African Xenophobic Attacks Crisis

The Inner:

Until the hearts of men are turned to the Father in the Son by the Spirit, blood will not cease to wet the earth where their proud and selfish feet are planted. Nation will lift up sword against a nation, and peace shall not cover the earth. How can it be otherwise if we despise all others as a transgression upon our rights and needs?

Kyrie eleison.
Christe eleison.
Kyrie eleison.

The Outer:

Had the government declared Zimbabwe a crisis situation, and accordingly prepared Domestic Affairs, we could have better handled the vast influx that is now happening regardless, albeit unregulated and vastly chaotic. Had we done that, we could even have appealed to the international community to assist with refugee camps and handling.

But no. Ideology and stubbornness has brought us here, and the weapons of the mobs and the burnings of the victims are only the other side of the coin of governmental indifference and apathy.

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Monday, 5 May 2008


you wound me with the beauties
you scatter seemingly absent-mindedly
across the tattered quilt of my life
(turn but a stone and stir a silver-bladed wing)

why do you wound me so
and not slay me outright?
i cannot bear wounds when i am not true
nor gifts when i am false

every horizon, every splendid-coloured vista
in the soul, burns as it cuts
to the quick between soul and sinew

why do you wound me with your face
when i do not seek it any more?