First nation of the South
As our ancestors walked the lands with the winds blowing from the mountain tops so they boldly haunted the animals with just a spear and a shooting pipe. Not for pleasure but to feed and feast from the lands they owned.Our paths have met the Wildes of beast but with conviction our enemies was met with strength of the running warrior. As nature was our soft embrace we heard a enemy from miles away. , warning us of dangerous lurking on our lands. Like a shooting star we ran and met our enemy's with bold and courageous hearts. . Eating the foods that nature provided not to much but just for strength. Now our lands have been defiled by one and all who takes our pride, stripping us from our lands to give us none but grieving hearts as our ancestral rights have been revoked from being the sons and daughters of the South. So my friends don't be fooled for soon our voices will respond to claim our ancestral lands which was given from birth as a prize. Come one and all stand together so that the lands can be returned to the khoi and San and their voices echoes from tree to once again one nation alliance can be the treasurer of of this lands. From the mountains to the seas and claim our ancestral home for our people to stand tall as table mountain embracing the visitors not with strength as our goodness have been seen.
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