Get your guns made of wise words

The time was short
And every job had to be done
from the first time when the idea of a young boy came through to the world
To the world of us, the powerless
past destroyed the smart brains, the heartening dreams and so gladden homes

He stood up!
Thy king of thy powerless
Small eyes looking kinda blind with tears to the world
Fearless leader, strong in envisage
Red was his favourite colour abetted by black and yellow

The economy? that's what he could ponder of
Freedom? thee only thing he notioned about
Words of hope from dreams encouraged him but
Time was very short!

Neighbors warned his parents
death could approach to him few minutes after still he said death shall be delayed,
And so on he fought
from eKasi to the Suburbs he marched,
from shebeen to parliament he spoke
Saved my father from alcoholic debts to a comrade
He valued thee economy and the people who work hard to keep it standard

Fraud in offices was made
He revealed it
Murder was done, justice not served
He fought and served it
They voted, me voted less votes they didn't believe on him

Hopeless? he never
Them cried, he listened
Them complaining, he understood
Them fighting, he understood
Them depressed, he and teammates sang
Them powerless, them fetching their guns made of wise words to dare death

In parliament he was struck the foot for truth
They grabbed him like an animal
His truth befriended by his teammates created anger to the untruthful ones

Same gender love he fought
He's gay? No!!!
Fought not only for South Africa though from South Africa to Africa as a whole
We sinned, they sinned by saying "Nkwagala" I love you in Uganda
He fought and the time spared him some time

By Lona Sothondoshe