Hate, fear, and prejudice, pride

holds their soul. Black, white in

blood red, death takes its toll.

Isolated, segregated, forced beneath

your hand. Dominated prisoners,

slaves in their own land

 

Afrikaan, white Afrikaan, black

backs to the wall. Afrikaan, white

Afrikaan, soon your sword will fall,

one year, two years, maybe none at all!

Diamond hearts in golden prisons

bow to pale Gods. Justification

done with facade. You built a mighty

empire by the sweat of other men.

When they stop their work, what

will happen then?

 

Through the streets the childern

march, freedom is their song. Soon

the victory will be won, I know it

won't be long. In the township God

is dying, slumped against a tree.

When you crush the least of these

you do it unto me!