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I see an empty shop shelf. I hear a voice calling: South Africa too will not escape the famine. I see an empty bowl held out. I hear a child begging for a little bit of dry porridge. I hear multitudes gasping for breath. But at the closed hospital door everyone is rebuffed. I see a notice pasted on a signboard. It reads: Before dark every soul must be indoors, without exception.

I see multitudes beginning to collapse. But the state hastily packed away the last medicine. I see an empty street with a lonely dog, just before someone chops its head off for meat. I hear a man laughing insanely for his own joke, while biting madly in the wind. I see a woman trying to slap him into soberness, but he is too far gone to grasp the implication thereof.

I see a highway with motor-wreck upon -wreck. Everywhere next to that road, I see shallow grave upon grave. I see multitudes jogging to the closest bushes. Yes, in an effort to escape to the wilderness. I see a child sucking on a dry lemon for a bit of juice. For that booty he is cruelly slapped down. I see people committing murder for a bit of chaff.

I see a sticky, red machete that keeps on hacking and hacking. Yes, with blood splattering in all directions. I see windswept shopping centers smeared with human blood. I hear myself calling desperately: Oh God, for what?  While I know, there is nobody that will in some or other way escape this big oppression.