" I DREAM OF A CHARCOAL CHALKY AFRICA
I am as black as charcoal
But that is only my skin color
I don’t need to see hacked white bodies
To know that we are the same on the inside
I feel the same anguish and disgust for the innocent
Murdered black South Africans during apartheid
Murdered white South Africans post-apartheid
We might not be there to fight apartheid era atrocities
But we are here now and must prevent post-apartheid atrocities
Murdering innocent whites will not bring back murdered blacks

I challenge you to search online now
Google ‘South African farm murders’
And see if you can look at the gruesome pictures
Of innocent children, women and men
Do we need more people to be horribly hacked to death?
Before we stop the divisive rhetoric of the extreme left?
We made a mistake letting apartheid drag on so long
But must we repeat that mistake with post-apartheid massacres?
Some of these murdered whites fought against apartheid
These murdered children didn’t even know about apartheid

Don’t take away your eyes now!
No, don’t you dare take your eyes off those pictures!
The real apartheid criminals are rich and well protected
Killing these innocent people is not justice
It is inhuman; it is cowardice
Don’t look away and don’t hold back the tears
It is not only a cry for white victims
It is not only a cry for black victims
It is a cry for a better South Africa
A cry for a richer, charcoal, chalky Africa "

― , Roses in the Rainbow