As I lay down on my bed
Holding in my hand , the book that
Written by uTata Nelson Madiba
And all I perceive in my thoughts
Are men who had they shoulders
Lifted high , who drew near to each other. And would never lay a hand on their women.

Who knew how to fight in silence ,
As they digged deeper in the mines
Soliders trying to break them like rocks
Hahaha...Broken they not
They knew their mission,our freedom

But today , my soul finds no home
As I look out the window

Streets have turned into range wards
Women and children their target
dreams are fading like smoke into thin air.
Terrified by loud gun shoot
All I see is blood

And where will I run to ?
I run to the north
Where now teens flood up old men's tavern

I run to the South
Where my feet are bathed in innocent blood in the streets
As taxi men take lives of Noble innocent men

I run to the east
I hear a women's soulful cry
And a grandma praying for her children
As men lost their touch as fighters

I run to the west
And yet a family of drunkard
Where children never sleep
But flood their pillows with tears
Crying for they mother
And now boxing is their family sport
Their father whose always the champs
Their mother a loser

Streets are no longer safe
And gunshots tell me to sleep at night
Flooded tears drown me
And I pray for change and justice

And ask myself will Tata be proud
No...so let us change

Yes , yes let us change for the new generation and the Christ's sake
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