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{Speaker name= "Dennis Brutus" }
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For the corpses of Soweto and swear an oath for Soweto
Their deaths will not be forgotten
Their lives will purchase our freedom

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{Speaker name= "Brooks B. Robinson"}
Beautiful very beautiful.

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{Speaker name= "Dennis Brutus"}
Thank you. Should I go on?

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{Speaker name= "Brooks B. Robinson"}
Sure, go right ahead.

{Speaker name= "Dennis Brutus"}
Around about the same time I wrote one as a tribute for Steve Biko. In fact I have written a number dealing with him and around his life. And this is a short one which talks about Soweto after the 1976.

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In the dark lanes of Soweto
Amid the slush
the mud
the squalor
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And among the rusting tin sheets of the shacks
The lust for freedom stubbornly survives
Like a smoldering defiant flame
And the spirit of Steve Biko moves easily

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{Speaker name= "Dennis Brutus"}
Another beautiful one.

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{Speaker name= "Brooks B. Robinson"}
Thank you.

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{Speaker name= "Dennis Brutus"}
Now, your form, your style, who influenced you, were there any influencers at all?

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{Speaker name= "Brooks B. Robinson"}
Yea, that's a long story, I think. I come out of the fairly traditional English mainstream in terms of my experience to poetry as a student and as a university student, missionary college Fort Hare where we--