The Wanderer
Kid A
OK, I figure maybe I need to restore my reputation (what reputation?) after my little farse yesterday
so here is a simple and sobering poem . . .
"Apartheid"
It is Black.
It is White.
It is an ocean
--of night.
Its tide is receding,
everything is washed away,
except the damaged and bleeding,
souls that decay.
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"You've got it, in your hands, good night from U2 . . . bye" - Bono, PopMart Johannesburg
"Apartheid"
It is Black.
It is White.
It is an ocean
--of night.
Its tide is receding,
everything is washed away,
except the damaged and bleeding,
souls that decay.
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"You've got it, in your hands, good night from U2 . . . bye" - Bono, PopMart Johannesburg