Grab the child of the forlorn place
Liberation paints their heads
The gun is held as the bible mace
Freedom lives in lead
Father watches Capetown port
Batons whip their tattered cross
Yellow tags on scarred cohorts
Happy children, born of loss
Kings feast on country plates
Satiated, complacent
Place the stone on people’s fate
And bless the nation nascent
Feb 6, 2019
Feb 6, 2019 at 9:18 AM UTC
Grab the child of the forlorn place
Liberation paints their heads
The gun is held as the bible mace
Freedom lives in lead
Father watches Capetown port
Batons whip their tattered cross
Yellow tags on scarred cohorts
Happy children, born of loss
Kings feast on country plates
Satiated, complacent
Place the stone on people’s fate
And bless the nation nascent
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