We left homes with no doubt from our minds
We left hopeful that even if we don’t taste justice
Our children and brothers will triumph
We didn’t die as workers but we died as human beings
As man in the face of adversity and tyranny
We perished because we dare wanted what befits us
We perished because we wanted to be treated as man not property
We perished because we were perceived as unorthodox before authority
We were fending for ourselves and our families
Yet you wanted our kids dependable to your mercy
We always knew it was the blackness in us you despised
Why Cyril Ramaphosa?
Rat-tat resounding on our slumbers
Nine hundred bullets could not stop us at point blank
With your hellish rifles you took a life, our lives
You gloated, when you usurped our lives and bloods like the vampire
Your hatred could not be concealed to the world
Why Riah Piyega?
Let there be trillions of profits
Let there be hundreds of lives lost for your profit
Let there be bad living conditions for rock drill operators
Let there be blowing steam of change while you
Repress any progress towards justice and welfare
Why Lonmin? Why?
Whom does he side with in times of despair?
Whose side is he on when they devour our toil?
Would we appreciate his existence if he does not deliver?
Deliver us from the enemy of men, which is greed
Why QAMATA?
Even if our families surfer pain and poverty they will know that
We, their brothers and fathers died for them and for our country.
(yes, let the dead speak, and the living shall listen and heed the call)
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