An anguished cry from the voices of those who left this dimension so horrifically.

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A wailing sax, clear and emphatic. You can hear the anguished voices of those who left this dimension of life on that infamous March day of 1960 when policemen massacred 56 Afrikans for daring to reclaim their dignity from the depths of that particular variant of European barbarity known as apartheid. The melody rises and falls and the entire piece flows and ebbs, perhaps to represent the alternating themes of virtue and vice included in this tragedy. the sax wails out a lamentation, soars into space, taking flight in perfect unison with the spirits of those who were taken away prematurely and forever on that fateful day. The anger and confusion, perplexity and almost incomprehension of humanity, the terror and the pain of losing parents, daughters, and sons, uncles and aunts, brothers and sisters and family, all these emotions are reproduced by the horn here. The drummer makes his presence felt and carries along the entire composition in every urgent beat, as pregnant with possibility as every innocent footstep walking into history on that fateful day.