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Protea
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12 Don Mattera Protea The Protea Is not a flower It is a dome of fluttering white flags, Tombs of Afrikaner relics And monuments of ox-wagons Dipped in blood It is the flight of the Black spear Flung in hostile fear Of lost possession Conquered manhood, Broken pride It is the tears Of my bonded brothers and sisters Falling on Pretoria’s marble steps The voiceless victims of subjugation And so the Protea Can never ever be a flower Not while the Soul of South Africa Struggles to be set free ...