In a state of distress,
where the oppressors apartheid the black
And crooked the spines of the uprights
To labour several hours under the fiery flare.
We are Jackie in the field of struggle
irrigating sprouts with our sweats of struggle


But afterwards,
Just like the mammoth belittle the bettles,
and got useless.
Lo, the white hope for the black became hopelss.
and finally,
The true Afro-dominants reclaimed their prowess.
© Omorh