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The author is trying to say that it's worthless to be classified as a citizen if you cannot vote, just as it is worthless to have a boat if you have no oars.
Such was the impact of poet Ingrid Jonker that decades after her death in 1965, the late Nelson Mandela read her poem, The Child who Was Shot Dead by Soldiers at Nyanga, at the opening of the first democratic Parliament on 24 May 1994.
“The time will come when our nation will honour the memory of all the sons, the daughters, the mothers, the fathers, the youth and the children who, by their thoughts and deeds, gave us the right to assert with pride that we are South Africans, that we are Africans and that we are citizens of the world,” he said 20 years ago.
“The certainties that come with age tell me that among these we shall find an Afrikaner woman who transcended a particular experience and became a South African, an African and a citizen of the world. Her name is Ingrid Jonker. She was both a poet and a South African. She was both an Afrikaner and an African. She was both an artist and a human being.”
She had written the poem following a visit to the Philippi police station to see the body of a child who had been shot dead in his mother’s arms by the police in the township of Nyanga in Cape Town. It happened in the aftermath of the massacre of 69 people in Sharpeville, south of Johannesburg, in March 1960. They were marching to the police station to protest against having to carry passbooks.
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Once I woke up from a dream and looked around because I was once dreaming that there was a virus I was watching the news on T.V. and saw that they never mentioned about a new virus.
I talked about it to my sister and she said there was no new viruses just Coronavirus.
I was relieved.
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:-)
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<em>are </em><em>really</em><em> </em><em>good</em><em>:</em><em>)</em>
<em>btw </em><em>thanks</em><em> for</em><em> the</em><em> points</em>
I think that in these lines she admits her helplessness:
Alack, alack! Ye mock me. Is it meet Thus to insult me living, to my face?
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In there she compares her with slave of destiny :
O monstrous doom,Within a rock-built prison sepulchered,To fade and wither in a living tomb
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And there she represents how she belongs to her family and can't confront the fate her family has builded for her: In thy boldness over-rashMadly thou thy foot didst dash' Gainst high Justice' altar stair.<span>Thou a father's guild dost bear.</span>
