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NightSong: City - Dennis Brutus Sleep well, my love, sleep well: The harbour lights glaze over restless docks, Police cars cockroach through the tunnel streets; From the shanties creaking iron-sheets Violence like a bug-infested rag is tossed And fear is immanent as sound in the wind-swung bell; The long day’s anger pants from sand and rocks; But for this breathing night at least, My land, my love, sleep well.