The fall of men at Bulhoek, 1921

Let us turn the unturned stones, now is the time
When we remember the days of our forefathers
We always picture gun experts behind innocent Men
Oh! It whirls our minds again.

Give ear oh God’s people for I will speak
The brave men lay down in the fields
Endured all those assaults and sacrificed their blood
For the benefit of present and future generations

Once upon a time at Ntabelanga, a place knows as Bulhoek
Enoch Mgijima, son of Mayekiso, heard a voice of God calling
“Preach and pray, sinners should pull away from wrong
Resistance would lead to destruction with blood

Crowds of people heard all his prophecies
Came in multitudes and settle at Bulhoek
But the Native Land Act of 1913 was their barrier,
Which forced them to go back to their original places

Enoch Mgijima was sent by God to preach, pray and praise
And to alert people to leave the idols and worship God
Forces were sent by government to shoot, kill and destroy
And scatter God’s people like abandoned sheep

On the day of destruction
Mountains were amazed
It was dark on the ground and up the sky too
Only the sounds of cannons and riffles were heard

It was shame to see them killed and destroyed

It was shame to see their innocent blood
Running down the beautiful streams
It was shame to see them buried with no respect
Needless to count how they were driven by horses

Nevertheless, they didn’t regret to be under the Wing
They rather choose to die for the King
Than to stay in this earth in sin

They chose the plan of God
The world didn’t have a place for them.