The Land's Passion

The Land's Passion Poem Lionel Derbyshire A cloud of darkniss A flag of empty South Africa a State of dispair In hell over our Sea's , mountain's , ground's Our soul's are dough We are not rising He is corruption He makes distruction. South Africa out of service A president sour Blaming other people The poor people Their income stolen For the dynasty They live in marble Taking our coins In favour tender He giggles louder Our land of gold Passionate in hearts Will not be sold By one man rogue The people rise Their souls unite The time has come To dismiss the rot Who rapes our Land The people's wrath A time of anger At boiling point Our jubilation waiting In the land His stealing hand Our greater stand. The passion when Our land is healed.