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From a sorely awaited silence that refuses to descend. Comes the echo of an old volk anthem, where death sneers at life. From Natal a loud bang resounds. In a big and quick decay, everyone becomes demented mad. Under the reign of fasting and halal, one population pours a bitter cup of gall for another.    

I see a scorched green, black and yellow flag. Yes, displayed there in the city centre of Durban. Across the once green-green plain of Natal, comes the echo of one after the next loud bang now. I hear an Indian calling: Oh, all of this is so horrible. Look, the destruction lies wide and colossal. The inhabitants stand stripped and naked. Under an enormous calamity that cannot be determined in rand and cent.