Look beyond the colour Past the covering on us to see what we are Turn the faded pages The mark we leave on history is what we are Every country is part of us Irrespective of the one where we grew up Yes you are my sister Though we never shared a home that's what you are And your eyes keep shining in the darkness Defying all the chains that's what you are Home for the homeless, hope for the hopeless Between the lines on your face I can read... Nomzamo, Nomzamo... They of the silk white breast seemingly proud They are so much more less on the day of the vow Here's a woman who is tired and weary Leading resistance and still laying wreathes How can we stand by and watch this happen? Is this the justice we preach It seems too much to ask for an equal, peaceful living In a land of screams, stinging tears and broken smiles Following through all extremes 'One who will suffer many trials' Is this a land to inherit? Crumbs on the table the segregated people starve With gleeful oppression the mindless procession Cast nonchalance out of their cars Somewhere, sometime we pay for the crimes we incessantly do If we believe that we are what we leave I left a hope--what did you? Reeling from punches which leave them winded Reeling from laws which should be rescinded now Nomzamo, Nomzamo...
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