Walking down the street of Soweto,
all I could see was Mutilated bodies
fear covering their eyes,
their bodies were covered in blood

They lived on their knees as they tried to make you see that they are people like you
but you kept them down.

They tried Making peace
but your hearts were ashy
praying for a miracle
but you were satirical

There was a paroxysm
can you hear their cry?
Their minds were awry
crying, begging you to stop

The stars couldn’t light their lives
They breathed their last breath
They walked their last Journey
They were not put in the best position to make the best decisions
The casket became their new home