Jerusalm
And did those feet in ancient time.
Walk upon South African mountains green?
And was the holy lamb of God
On South African pleasant pastures seen?
And did the Countenance Divine
Shine forth upon our clouded hills?
And was Jerusalem builded here ?
Among these dark Satanic Mills ?
Bring me my bow of burning gold
Bring me my arrows of desire
Bring me my spear O clouded,unfold
Bring me my chariot of fire
I will not cease from mental fight,
Nor shall my sword sleep in my hand,
Till we have built Jerusalem,
In South African green and pleasant land.
Copyright © Tokollo Kalake | Year Posted 2016
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