1976 (Sharpville Massacre)
Never shall I
Forget this year.
Never shall I
Forfeit this memory.
In my mind it hiss
Irresistible for a mind to miss.
It was a point to prove
and uselessly improve.
They, Boers were killing
Not even thrilling
Not afraid to kill
A corpse to them was a toy.
Many lives they have claimed,
like scavengers had got prey to eat.
Shoot! Kill! Whip!
That was their profession.
Oh our grandparents had gone,
The land of Soweto had became a burial ground.
They gone fighting,
Fighting for FREEDOM.
Oh freedom,
A word that makes a Boer to spit.
This word meant nothing to them.
It was just like an exhausted ahem.
Why have they had to do that?
For a lesson they said.
Oh! Yes, a lesson we learned.
That is to just hate them more.
Never shall they find,
a place in my heart which forgives.
If only they are to reverse the clock
And bring back our loved ones.
(2015)
These goes to all those who lost their lives during the 1976 South African Massacre. The White government will never be forgiven for what they've done.
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