Before the bullet hit her skin;
before the knife cuts her breast;
before her last scream for help;
before her last breath of hope;
imagine the pain…
Before his mother got beaten;
before she got raped;
before she got cut;
and before she got shot;
imagine the fear her small boy must have felt…
An innocent child is murdered;
an innocent man is burned alive;
an innocent woman is abused;
innocent animals are burned with boiling water;
the ugly truth…
Innocent people are killed…
Black…
White…
Pink, yellow, brown blue…
Young, old, man, woman, child…
Why doesn’t any one help?
Why don’t they see?
Why is it so easy to murder?
Why is it so easy to get away?
Why are people crying, while others are having a joke with a gun in their hands?
Oh God, please help us all…
Innocent people…
Innocent black people…
Innocent white people…
Innocent Africans…
Innocent Namibians…
Innocent children…
Innocent wives, husbands, mothers, fathers, lovers, friends…
The new generation are born together,
we grow up together,
we go to school together,
we eat together…
Why can’t we all live in peace?
Oh Lord, please help us all…
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