' Cry, the Beloved Country' , Alan Paton lamented long ago. That same cry reverberates, Even today, louder and louder, As Xenophobia,the new monster Raises his ugly head again And stalks the townships, Leaving death and destruction, On his whirlwind tour, unstopped, While the blood of the innocent, Spill the streets, and the foul smell Of burning human flesh fill the air, And tears fill the eyes Of those who are left with Traces of humanity. All the cherished values,the ideals, the gains All go up in smoke, Together with foreigners' shops, The South African ...