June 16
A day of bloodbath,
When lives were lost
And hearts torn apart,
Streets of Soweto felt,
The flow of blood rivers,
Cries and shrieks
Anger and hurt,
And stamping feet.
When lives were lost
And hearts torn apart,
Streets of Soweto felt,
The flow of blood rivers,
Cries and shrieks
Anger and hurt,
And stamping feet.
I was not there to witness nor hear,
But stories told,
Bring with them feelings of fear.
Mothers felt their children's pain
From far away,
Their cry like a song,
Sung day by day.
But stories told,
Bring with them feelings of fear.
Mothers felt their children's pain
From far away,
Their cry like a song,
Sung day by day.
Troops these teens were,
Marching the streets,
Faces painted half in despise,
The other part, smeared with fear,
Bullets fired and they ran,
Stones and cries,
As their only weapons,
Freedom was what they fought for, Every day, all day long,
They only knew
How to strive hard,
Like a Bee in its hive
Buzzing, buzz, buzz,
Working up a storm.
Marching the streets,
Faces painted half in despise,
The other part, smeared with fear,
Bullets fired and they ran,
Stones and cries,
As their only weapons,
Freedom was what they fought for, Every day, all day long,
They only knew
How to strive hard,
Like a Bee in its hive
Buzzing, buzz, buzz,
Working up a storm.
The air-filled noise,
Seeking peace and fair
A struggle that continued
With not a single care,
They lost their lives fighting
For a better land,
We all can share,
With this saying
We are eternally grateful.
Seeking peace and fair
A struggle that continued
With not a single care,
They lost their lives fighting
For a better land,
We all can share,
With this saying
We are eternally grateful.
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Enteekay Soil Son's Icon
Very true, vivacious and supermangondolovious work 🌷
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