God Bless The Transkei
And her forgotten offspring
Through the turmoil and adversity
Droughts Stretching Seasons With No End
Her Beautiful Mountains Stand Proud
Home To The Thembu
O Land Of Old And Wealth
May You Long Be Showered With Rains
Forever Your Spirit Rise And Conquer
For You Are The True Beauty Of Africa
Prosper And Grow Transkei Land Of The Pioneers

Words spoken By Men
As Provoking They Are
Echo In The Sky Wide And Blue
Till They Reach The Doves Far Up
They Convey Despair Dark And Emotionelss
Now Look Carefully At The Sunset
See How The Doves Dissappear With It?
Listen To The River Too
See How It Keeps Silent At The Same Time
The Code Of Life Exists Within Every Being
And Love Stands Still With Every Travesty
Centuries Old Bell's Toll At The High Hour
Bee's Bumble Yet No Honey
Is Our Spheriod Leaning Towards Doom?

There's a green wide eyed bird of spring that stares at me every morning
He looks at me with his protruding piercing eyes
Never blinks nor moves stationary like the sands of the Sahara
He whistles a song that echoes through my brain
A scene only valid in spring made for the eye to admire
He seems to live within the moment staring heavily
Come visit me this fine spring day as I gaze back at my friend.