After the Revolution

We shall meet again, my friend in Johannesburg, my friend After the revolution Ha! Ha! Ha! We shall dine on gold plates And wine on rich red blood We shall roam the open veldt from Pietersburg to Natal Cape Town to Port Elizabeth Our spears raised in triumph Our poisoned arrows in their sheaths Our teeth sharpened for the dinner party Yes, we shall roam, my friend From the Limpopo to the Drakensburg We shall chant We shall shout We shall sing and jump and dance After the revolution Like the savannah in flames Our laughter shall be heard across the length and breadth of this earth, my friend Our darkness shall permeate the golden castles and silver beaches their presence has putrefied They all shall be cleansed Heja! my friend Till we meet again in Johannesburg After the revolution