who, adorned with hope, light bright the skies above
You are a sun, borne out of darkness
a distant memory of life where darkness abide
to hide a murderous people
as they plunge upon their own
like a thief that comes in the night
Full moon, you hide their ashes
slowly cooling off into darkness
that wrapt them since the last flame died
and the last muscle collapse into an ash
Full moon, you hide Kwazulu Natal
and its gory heart
a word spoken, a river of blood runs
over flowing to the nation
flaming after other nations
like a hungry fire in an odd morning
Consuming whatever it touches
who will wipe the tears from our brothers
who will comfort their wives and daughters
who will warm their sons' heart
when the dagger is held by our hand
Will the full moon go away
and expose a hearts draped with hatred
or will it stay forever
forever tucked in our black hearts
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