I am an African flower
Born and reared in South Africa
Swilled uBuntu from rivers of Africa.
Our Mother rose from Africa  hence-
This land  hold so many triumphs
Give all  credit to the GEMIURGE I emerged here
Forefathers chose to remain and they prevailed
Their Perspercaciousness to the struggle of blows splotched with red liquid
Ootata Ingilosi for us  stayed in valleys an abundance was lethal
Gazing steadily for daily bread no time to slumber
Their sweat this noon is food to us just like the Celestial being promised
They stood firm with their mikhontos and pledged to protect us
We were heavy but no day they part-exchanged us because we were born priceless
Oomama the Mbokodos  carried us for nine months
Sheilas fought immensely for me and you to survive
Belume ongezantsi for their offsprings bloom
In that regards I will be a fossil here
I will live to fertilize the little black -colored flowers
Born Pure and chose to remain unadulterated
I'm no aloquent but I have to artitulate nevertheless
I may not portray adroitness in this however I have to exhale
It's in the eventide of Monday
I'm looking in thee rose-pink flowers
They show no loathe nor Aversion
I detect  no repugnance
This must be the jauntiest place in the universe
Smoke of change, smell of death
They took a siasta and died in the verge
I cry they were laudable.
I'm lost and left with corrupt leaders
We are being sold to vultures
I'm lost and left with thiefs
We are in an auction
Imali messed our people
This is where population is intentionally reduced
Peace is no more and  love is gone
Here is where killing of people is normalized
We are still alive yet our graves are ready for us
They just can not wait for us
No tears left to cry we are tremendous tired
They  sell us and show no remorse
Kunini ndizila when is my time coming?
Kunini ndikhala when is my D-day coming?
Now that I'm still kicking I choose to stand for what's right
For now let me flump and wait for death
I pray this is comprehensible to you Crony
God give you dexterity to swallow my word