South Africa I cry for you
for you are blind
you reject the truth
and don’t seem to mind
You’ve lorded power
refused to share
you’ve blundered on
accepted each dare
But now the worm has turned
discontent around
so you try and crush it
drive it underground
the scene is set
the faces stark
the curtain rises
the stage is dark
The play’s called “Tomorrow”
the villains called fate
the audience is silent
don’t leave it too late
