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  • Two hundred and fifty of us, teachers, support staff and students, rode in 12 buses to the main campus for International Day.
    Faces painted, traditional clothing, national colours, flags and all. Diversity’s rainbow on the road to Jo’burg.
    And I thought of sun rise.

    how the sun springs free
    lifted by the fanfare of birdsong
    slips above the mist
    to create the day

    Rise up
    Oh rise up

    On this same day

    in Marikana the platinum miners will gather on the hillside above the mines
    with rocks and spears and sharpened pangas
    Demanding a living wage

    Farther still, crowds gather and march on embassies
    bringing fire and stone
    Demanding retribution for insult

    Somewhere a fist is raised in hunger
    A slogan shouted in defiance
    A threat laid down in bitter rage

    Rise up
    Oh rise up

    Not in clenched fist

    Not in wide mouthed

    Not in the tensely coiled spring of

    Rise up
    our better natures
    let them slip above fear’s horizon
    and in our rising
    create the day
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