Black struggle

In the shadows we rise, with a fire so fierce,

Grasping the future, yet weighed down by tears.

Rooted in struggle, we rise through the scars,

Black brilliance ignites like a sunrise of stars.

Voices unbroken, together we stand—

Yet South Africa, you turn on your own hand.

We rise, we burn, with stories untold,

Black voices rising, courageous and bold.

Together we rise—but fractured, we fall.

Hear our cry—Africa, why flee from your kin?

From the depths of our spirit to heights we pursue,

Breaking our chains—but losing ourselves too.

Our brothers were free, now you push them away,

South Africa, how do you betray?

Hope still trembles, the rhythm is torn,

We're shaping tomorrow while carrying the worn.

We rise, we burn, with stories untold,

Black voices rising, courageous and bold.

Together we rise—but fractured, we fall.

South Africa, today—you drive your own to hide,

Forcing your brothers to run and divide.

While those above sit high in their place,

You stand beside them—yet turn from your base.

Could you not reach with that same open hand?

Or has unity died in this land?

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Heroes who bled for a dream that was true.

They turn in their sleep to see what some became—

Those who sang of freedom, yet pushed others away.

And those who hold you in bondage, you welcome near,

But if power grows stronger, what waits is fear.

And when that day comes—tell me, where will you run?

Oh—when the fire rises, where will you run?