Sawobona
A greeting of the Zulu
The rich, the working and family
Big voices exchanged with their value
Booming
Loud and true
Like unbalanced cords of piano
Like all drums hit hard
Trying to say their part
But over shadowed by everyone's noise
It all white wash
Like the city jive
Car honk
As the drives are this road is mine
You her foot steps merge
Like marchers or soldier...