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The Border
We stand here by the border
Waiting in fear and suspicion
For a life that may be broader
Than our scourge in this station
Where the red bullet soldiers sleep.
We have to be awake
For our youngsters' sake,
We can't enjoy a night
Lest we delay in the fight
And remain to ever weep.
This is the valley of death
Where the bones of our fathers lie,
This is where every human breath
Kisses all the swords that fly;
The line between life and sleep.
We stay in this forsaken forest,
They live in that lively forest
They are not any of us
But want the cattle that belongs to us
And our beautiful women too.
We remember those sombre nights
When they greased our guards' hands
With a few pocket rands
And camped against our knights
In this same border where we grew.
The sky was very thick
And the ambience very fell
When upon our stomachs came the kicks
That made us feel we were in hell,
We cried out all our tears.
They raped our youngsters,
Took away our coddlers,
We lay in pools of blood slain,
Writhing in pangs of pain,
The shots fading between our ears.
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