To you tuning in to me.
A man shot a man who was a father,
The son of the dead father shot the father of the other son
Who was the man who had shot the first father.
Then I was born – I was told it didn’t matter
’Cause time had passed.
But my uncle who was holding the pain
Of his dead brother – who was my father –
Said he couldn’t forgive because every year,
Every minute of every day he loved his brother
And consequently there was a score to settle.
I am living here because there was a revolution
And some say this was why the man killed the father in
The first place – our family lost our property.
But I can go back – I am a man now.
The son of the neighbour who was the original killer
Was living in our house at home, said that he owned it now.
My uncle travelled back, to our homeland, but no longer,
No longer felt at home in his own homeland. He took a gun
Which was owned by an old friend of the counter-revolution
And shot himself. And the neighbour who was the son of
The man who I was told was a killer told me, at his funeral
That his dad hadn’t shot first that my dad had.
This is – face blurred to defend identity
And he says – actor’s voice
These are his friends – faces blurred to protect identity
And his parents – actors’ voices, faces blacked out
Who live near – not real name of town
Who drive – licence plate obscured
Have said that they believe their son – face blurred to
defend identity
Will return to – not real village name
But they will keep looking for – not real name.
The father – actor’s voice – says he is
Innocent of the social services charges – actor’s voice.
The events in this report have been changed to protect the
identity
Of those included.
If you have any information about – blurred face, fictitious
name
And you live in – fictitious village to protect parents
Then please contact us at – blurred number.
Another day flies, another brother dies,
Another mother haunts her home with her own cries,
Another man falls to another chant and call
From another racist neighbour behind another thin wall.
Another sleeps well through another night of hell,
Another tranquilliser and no one can tell
That yet another dream was not what it seemed,
More a paper veil for a hollow of screams.
Another sister flies from the building in the skies
Clutching another catalogue of clothes she couldn’t buy.
Another suicide, another broken inside,
Another written letter for the parents to hide.
Another dream shatters as another man batters
Hope from the eyes of a woman that matters.
Another crack alarm, another track in the arm,
Another vein hides from another shot of calm.
Every day living, every day I give in,
Every day I wake up to a new beginning.
I shall be totally honest with you
And mean all that I say, Delete Undo
Without you I am incomplete,
Less of the man I know I am. Delete
Less your heart, mine won’t beat but burn
Delete Delete Delete Return.
It isn’t what’s said, it’s what’s not said
What says it all.
The day you brought it home
I’ll never forget.
It was only seven foot tall then.
An elephant! I said.
Put it in the back yard.
Fine, you said, Fine!
And disgruntled
Tied it to the washing line.
As
