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

Grasping innovation, 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 your own hand.

We rise, we burn, with stories untold,

Black innovation, a legacy bold.

Together we rise—but fractured, we fall.

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

Driven out living, cast out from within.

From the depths of our spirit to heights we pursue,

Breaking our chains—yet we’re losing it 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 a future, but the past still is worn.

We rise, we burn, with stories untold,

Black innovation, a legacy 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?

You haven’t broken the shackles you wear,

You praise them one day, then act unaware.

You cling to the hands that once bound your feet,

While turning from voices that sang you free.

Your heroes would turn in their sleep to see what some of you become—

But hold on beside them. there is more to come