How long my Lord, will my nation be blown
like dust by the wind
and will I find white Afrikaner child
upon white Afrikaner child
in countries right across the world?
Is there a Diaspora intended for my small nation,
a exile that washes dark over us
to be dispersed world wide
away from Africa's black throng?
Or am I in vain asking for deliverance
for the white sons and daughters of Africa?
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