(from the book Cry, the Beloved Country by Alan Paton)
"...Who knows for what we live, and struggle, and die? Who knows what keeps us living and struggling, while all things break about us? Who knows why the warm flesh of a child is such comfort, when one's own child is lost and cannot be recovered? Wise men write many books, in words too hard to understand. But this, the purpose of our lives, the end of all our struggle, is beyond all human wisdom. Oh God, my God, do not Thou forsake me. Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil, if Thou art with me...."
"I eared" a poem from Oral Resistance by Phedi Tlhobolo (Barefoot Press)