My language and culture is the essence of my existence
but are despised in the new South Africa
where the government do not care about my interests
but are only following something primitive
and so the country continues in its decline
while people stream in from all over Africa.
My language and culture is the essence of my existence
but are despised in the new South Africa
while I am asking for salvation for myself and my nation,
and I am praying to you Lord God,
while the authorities bow down before ancestral spirits
and I am bringing our destiny to You that are omnipotent;
my language and culture is the essence of my existence
but are despised in the new South Africa…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sorry to hear about this Gert. Have you considered living in another country?