Visiting the white colonies
Living under impoverished circumstances,
The white descendants
Of the European settlers
I think about,
Think about
Without toeing
The colour bias
And the apartheid
Leaving it, what it happened,
Happened it then,
Why to be revengeful,
Moving ahead with time,
I think about the Afrikaners,
Those who are poor,
Reeling under poverty
And shortage of resources
Without being prejudiced
And biased
Just in the name of God.
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