BLACK PRESIDENT...

Black was our motto
Black was all we wanted
Black was motto
Black was all we lived for

carrying placards and banners we marched the streets,
our voices were so loud,our hearts determined
our eyes only saw one colour
black


Black was our motto
Black was all we wanted
Black was motto
Black was all we lived for

We threw stones,burnt tyers ,closed shops
and carried guns.
blood was shed,lives were lost but we never saw tears till sunset.
boys became men,girls became mothers and our fathers became the dust
till now we never saw them.
we fought with our hearts and we were united as one.
we all had one song in our souls..


Black was our motto
Black was all we wanted
Black was motto
Black was all we lived for

By the morning of the 18th all was well
old ladies brewed the beer while old man set and reminisced the past days,,
finally the young man could marry and the virgin would sing at last
life was good when we had the time in our hands..
the streets were cleared and the guns lowered
at last we could see our face in the waters..


Black was our motto
Black was all we wanted
Black was motto
Black was all we lived for

You remember the song we sang, Sophia town the mother of one..
once again we sing the song.
the country of our skull,the mother of our land.
the clay we once fought for and died.
today we run away from.
the land we vowed for and made sacrifices while singing songs of freedom
today we sing songs of migration
she used to be the lovely virgin today she is a nagging wife

we wanted black 
we wanted no colour
we found black we just had no choice
the man i saved from the depth of hell is now my enemy
you still remember the song we used to sing...


Black was our motto
Black was all we wanted
Black was motto
Black was all we lived for





Sister to poem sophia town .The best way of expressing whats in the heart of a man is through poetry. Hope you loved it.Thank you for reading.

written by Hawulethu Patrice Dube
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