So apartheid is over?
I couldn’t tell
It’s Sunday I’m sure
I hear the tolling bell
I see them all;
So proud, so sure, so fake
I hear the call
I heed the sign;
Sleep and rest they will all forsake;
Is it time?
Yes the sermon has begun
When it’s over see them run;
Back to where they were
Back to their special place in the sun
We smile and nod and sing a song;
We laugh and cry and say it’s taken too long
Then behind closed doors we start again;
We relive the torture, agony and the pain
We live apart -
We say it’s a start;
We live next door -
We say it’s still sore
I am young
But the same songs I have sung;
But now I see
That to be truly free;
We need to let go
Let people know;
We are on our way
That I will say;
But without honesty the bell will toll;
And soon… we will all be old
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem