1/8/92- Why

                                                      1/8/92
                                     Johannesburg,South Africa
 
                                Why
 
 
         Black blankets in the sky
         Black blankets in the air
         Pulled up against our eyes and ears
         It's fabric chills,ample warmth denied
 
         Gray words cast in the street
         Gray words cast through a window
         And action whispers quietly down
         That pride is deadly,sin or not
 
         Nervous laughter is not funny
         Quiet laughter misses the joke
         It's medicinal strength so watered down
         It will not heal the ills at hand
    
         Gentle rain that follows us
         Gentle rain that won't wash away
 
         The pain of change and circumstance
         The fear of another imperfect day
         The anger of unacceptance, or
 
         The joy of music dancing,shared
         The freedom of surrendered will and
         The power these things all give us...
 
                                                                                ...To be  human.