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.
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