Alan Paton - Fornicators

The legacy of apartheid

Is in a village called Soweto

No power or water

Just like the white man wanted it

46 664 is looking out

From Robben island

Behold my country

Is bleeding and it’s dying

How can such sun

Look down on whats going on

And still be so beautiful

When justice is undone

The hyenas stole their country

And enslaved those who were lucky

The lions were locked up

And some of them were killed

People were running

To the cities for sanctuary

Not knowing what was waiting

For those of a different color

How can.

But a man named Alan Paton

Had the curage to write about it

He opened up our eyes

For the beast inside this beauty

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And still in these days

Justice is failing

And the sun blocks the rain

How can.