Freedom Day
Graves opened their arms for their lives,
when their mothers cry for their lives,
the lives that paid for our freedom.
Inexorable was the spilling of blood,
tormenting was the fetid of carcases,
when the life of a man was reduced to inferiority,
yes, so inferior their death was a cough.
But lo! South Africa saw the dawn,
when the day 27 April came,
wiping away all the indentations
left behind by the regime.
We celebrated,
when the rays of its sun melted the chains of oppression,
we celebrated,
when fear became afraid of our unity,
yes, we celebrated,
when freedom gave back to South Africa its beauty,
the beauty we call,
a rainbow nation.
Happy freedom day South Africa.
Copyright © Mashudu Nemadzivhani | Year Posted 2018
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