Mother's and Father's of South Africa.
We are the voice of your children thous,
Who live and thous yet to be born.
We are the under nourished,
The under educational,
The homeless
And the naked.
Let the effect sprat to the victim
Morality play.
There seem so many of us,
Young one's.
Bared before reaching the age of the one's,
We call upon today
To please create for us:
A new day,
A new South Africa.
In your hands lies our future
In your hands lies our destiny.
Poem by: CURTIS MATEA
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