Day in, day out, they turn their attention
To the outskirts of the city that never sleeps
It is where they, sow the seeds that never shoot
They, the souls of the young and bold
Lives nipped at the bud, candles
Blown out at the young of the night
A story never to be told.

Rows upon rows, they stand out
Like rows of corn in early summer
They are crosses, holy, wooden and stone
But it matters not now, because they mark just the end
A consternation of a generation, with no hope
Of a resurrection, in their trail an orphanage
A hopeless epitaph to a land of promise.

Let the selfish world forget, no
Turn the blind eye to the plight of my people
Let them stuff their ears tight, to
The consecrated wail of the hungry black child
Who dies for no fault of hers?
She cries for mercy, cry to a lesser god
She gasps for her last breath
In a world abundant with enough
A great world that reflects in our mirrors.

Down in the hungry bowls of the earth
In the gaping mouths of the greedy soil
They let their tear springs bless
Mothers, grandmothers, fathers and grand fathers
They ask for the trillionth time
Is it you oh Lord who brought us this affliction
Did you make these germs we can’t see, to
Deprive us of heirs to our heritage?
Cry loud Oh Africa, cry great Lion
For when you die in your sleep, you leave a silent world.

They congregate, they worship
These humble women of Africa, bow to the God of love
Their knees scaly, their skin creased

Their voices hoarse, singing songs of kings
For centuries they have sang the same old songs
On the slave ships, on the toiling fields, in the unmanned villages
Is this the day of reckoning, when questions they will ask
Is this the right God that we have praised?
Are these the right songs we have sang
Sing Oh Africa sing, sing to the end of your day.

They ran the Saxons, the Portuguese, the Boers
All clans of the same tribe, even the jaded Jews from Hitler
To Africa, the free land, a land of their discovery
With them they brought syphilis, typhoid, anthrax, influenza
To rid of the monkeys that wouldn’t oblige
One by one we beat them, now they got us square
Run we can’t. Hide we dare
Journey to the fields of sorrow we never tire
We lay them in the bowls of our fore bearer earth
Like lambs to the hungry wolves
Our future, our love, our hope we mourn and despair.

We beg, we pray Oh lord spare us the tears
For they are full these fields of sorrow
Every hole has been planted, every seed awaits your tears
We look up to you Oh greatness
To give shoot to the seedlings of hope
That you may stop our hopeless tears
For the love you bestowed on our kind
This big heart, your blessing to us
The one that saw us through slavery
Colonization and barbaric strife, is
Always ready to forgive and forget
That we planted our souls – in the fields of sorrow.