Mphogodiba river, it’s hurting me.
Always I see this thing as punishment.
My eyes did not expect what they saw.
In years back long ago,
There was a lot of water.
While now nature is changing shows.
No more water, I am crying now.
Will he answer my question?
God, we did what as the community?
God, we did what as people of Ga-Molepo?
I caught a thought my lord,
I caught a thought my ancestors.
Everything is changing,
Except the rock.
Let me cry for the last time,
Maybe my heart won’t feel pain anymore.