She's beautiful as beautiful gets, As the nature of her beauty is the beauty of nature's equivalence, With every movement she's special and different to no ends, Yet, to her, her being beautiful is anything other than common sense, With scars sliced up and down her arms and wrist, It's evidence this beauty has cried, has wondered, and reminisced, As it's evident, she's tried, has stumbled, and even wished, Someone would take her beauty for what it really is– And see the most beautiful woman that has ever lived
What became of the land which birthed Nelson Mandela? What became of the land which displayed unity, A rainbow nation? What became of the energy of 2010? Why is there dissatisfaction? What became of Steve Biko's consiousness? Why do we have no confidence? Why do we have to build high walls? Why do we fear guns? What became of 27 April 1994? What became of my land? What became of the rich African soil? What became of my land? What became of my land?
The land that once nourished patriotic seeds, Now bears fruits of violence, corruption, sinister deeds.
What became of my land?
South Africa has always been a violent filled country. However it is exceeding limits. I am deeply disturbed by what is happening to my land. We live in constant fear. If we are truly a free country, then why do we fear for our lives on the daily?