I wrote this in my 20s in the Apartheid era as a tribute to the many people we lost.
During this time our home and our church were invaded by the Special Branch while we were holding meetings. Our phone was tapped, and at work I received a scare call from the Wit Wolf that a bomb was placed in our legal offices. And yet my anti-apartheid involvement was very light-touch and perfectly legal! Heady days indeed.
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One Life (Brian Peters)
It's so hard to touch a life
And it's so hard to feel
To know that this is right
And this is what is real
And when one life goes out
Nothing's changed, nothing's new
It's your point-of-view
You know it could have been you
There's no meaning except to know
That this is what we give
No sense to what we've lost
Except to know we live
And when one life goes out
Something changes within
It's a tragedy
I guess it could have been me
And I'm thinking about Robert
And I'm thinking about Ruth
And I'm thinking about Albert
And I'm thinking about Rick
And I'm thinking about Stephen
And I'm thinking about Neil
And I'm thinking about David
And I'm thinking about Chris
And I'm thinking about Matthew
And I'm thinking about Fort
And I'm thinking about Hector
And I'm thinking about Saul
And I'm thinking about Dulcie
And I'm thinking about Johnny
And I'm thinking about Solomon
And I'm thinking about Sipho
And when one life goes out
Something changes within
It's a tragedy
