There was a time where even breathing was a sin
A period of sorrow where only apartheid was seen
They lamented however no one was willing to listen
Regarded with disgust for being alert and certain
...
Oh! who shall dare in this frail scene
On holiest happiest thoughts to lean,
On Friendship, Kindred, or on Love?
Since not Apostles' hands can clasp
Each other in so firm a grasp
But they shall change and variance prove.