To hold on to your last breath
And journey back to the beginning
When you were full of slogans
And the revolution running in you
But the slogans grow faint
And at the last breath
No one remembers
How you towered above us
Always ready to lay your life
But far away from the machine guns
From the slogans and revolution
It is a dark moment
The hated priest searches deep within you
To see if there is light in your darkness
To see if it's time for your last rites
And he sees nothing
We are still landless
'Izwe Lethu' he solemnly prays
In memoriam Maxwel Nemadzivhanani
RIP 2015/04/01. Izwe Lethu
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