The Armadale Tragedy: a poem to the victims
Quest For Love
I was born and raised in a cocoon woven by society.
Prejudices, racism, materialistic values
Had warped my vision of the world.
Classification,stratification were the norm.
Human rights violations the order of the day.
The elite, the chosen few wielded power
Enforcing labour laws that crushed the people
While they themselves reaped all the fruits.
The masses ,abject refuse of society, bore a heavy burden.
The claws of poverty sank into their psyche
As they fought for survival.
Witness of this endemic injustice
I sought comfort from the Mighty Spirit. His balm of peace would some day soothe my troubled mind.
There must be justice, equality,brotherhood.
Barriers must be broken to set the captives free.
In my quest for that love and justice
The Mighty Spirit revealed Himself to me.
In communion with Him I got to know Him.
He was love supreme.
His word spoke of justice,equality, brotherhood.
The elite and the masses were brothers
Equal in his sight.
To all He gave the same flesh ,soul and spirit.
They were all his children MASTERS OF THE WORLD.
This poem is dedicated to the memory of the victims of Armadale: SEVEN BEAUTIFUL GIRLS WHO BURNT TO DEATH SIMPLY BECAUSE NO ONE CARED.Until we realise that all the children born in the world are all children of God and until we begin to show respect and love to all God’s children we will continue to have tragedies such as the ARMADALE TRAGEDY. A special prayer for the girls who have to live with their scars and their pains.
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