A powerful impression of death
Music Video: https://youtu.be/TZDvE2-x-kg
Captain Jopie Fourie
Captain Jopie, fearing the future, rides his horse through the flat slopes of the mountain. The silent landscape looks nauseous, unfriendly and threatening. The road veers ghostly between the dark mountain and gravel road.
Jopie left Susanna during a dark evening with a chanting song about the moon in his ears. Susanna’s eyes followed him with shining stars in her eyes, gracing her broken woman’s heart when he rode off to make war against the Government. Awakening the next morning, the sun shone holy gold on the landscape as a smile of God’s grace.
However, for Jopie and his friends, the red sky was an ominous sign. The west wind made Susanna hesitate.
“Cruel and ruthless as the dust storm, the circumstances of her life changed!”
After the execution, the guards carried Jopie away from the execution wall. The weather was horrible, and after the storm, the air was soft, a peaceful excuse for passing cruelty, hanging over the innocent grey-earth.
The women on the farm Wildebeesthoek felt that God and nature had no sympathy and feeling for their suffering, saying goodbye to an Afrikaner Hero
The family of Jopie felt the harsh October summer afternoon, burning and sacrificing over them when the news came that Jopie would die the next day.
Saying goodbye to the morning sun, and the quietness of jail compels a dignified death. Inmates were waiting for the sound of guns fired. They knew that was the end of Jopie Fourie, but that he would live as a hero.
The death sentence, the sun, descended like a tranquil god in speechless compassion on a scene of human suffering.
The sun came out again behind distant shores, while that evening, a blood-red half-moon rolled far into the blue.
God purposely placed the sun and the blood-red moon in opposite ends of the sky.
Susanna and Wilhelm Pistorius sat on a rocky hill after the war, the sun weeping in its blood-red, fleshy envelope, a reflection of the bloodshed on the Afrikaans fields. Moments later, their souls, flowing together, in a passion of unmixed happiness, of dreams of the present and the future. The last smile of the setting sun was twilight in dead silence.
