There was once a day
A day were men saw colour
A lost ship in a foreign bay
It's woe to tell what came after
We live as our history foretold
Detached and gone to astray
We eat fruit where death grows
And we pass on this very ill way
Only if Shaka never trusted the white men
Their mirrors refused and our land spared
Grazable land with our cattle fed
If only my forefather never dropped his spear
Today is a different day indeed
But still, yesterday can't be hid
May 24
May 24, 2026 at 6:03 AM UTC
There was once a day
A day were men saw colour
A lost ship in a foreign bay
It's woe to tell what came after
We live as our history foretold
Detached and gone to astray
We eat fruit where death grows
And we pass on this very ill way
Only if Shaka never trusted the white men
Their mirrors refused and our land spared
Grazable land with our cattle fed
If only my forefather never dropped his spear
Today is a different day indeed
But still, yesterday can't be hid
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