School children the school is out
Power to the pupils
This is oppression
Who's mother tongue is Afrikaans;
Comrades I can't speak Afrikaans
Viva! Viva! On the streets the kids spread
Ka, ka, ka, on the streets kids are dying
bullet are singing a sad song,
from the happy face of a minority,
mothers are out on the streets crying
covering their kids with death's dark cloth
Ka, ka, ka, AK-47 and a trigger happy are friends, no mercy following orders from the man holding kids for ransom
I'm an African child I'm 14, who cares
I can't be thought in Afrikaans language
it's a foreign language to me and mine
die poor soul die, orders are to kill the uprising before it grows
Wow! Mr Minority you've bet on the world not watching and listening to the dead
Ka, ka, ka, the sound sent shockwave to the world and those with ears heard it
The eulogy was so high pitched, it awaken a struggle, gave the father of the nation, Nelson Mandela, his own AK-47
16 June 1976 ka, ka, ka pupils are down
Ka, ka, ka, from jail Nelson fires back
The Madiba legacy is intensified
Oh Dear Madiba, Nelson Mandela Viva!
You and your comrades joined the crying hearts of many crying African mothers
Ka, ka, ka! Ka, ka, ka, they cried your way to presidency
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© lun180
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LOVE AND WAR
PoetryOnce a soldier always a soldier but this is not all about war and soldiers it's also about life and love. What I think, what I see, what I hear I write down. Sometimes my dreams are included here. Read and it will make you forget about war _
