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27 The name of eternity engraved on it. Home coming The Limpopo sings her song Accompanying us our hearts pacing forth To that hill That red hill We are singing revolutionary songs Down the streets Down the corridors The harshly pronounced toll of the past Is cast like a backdrop past our sight And we see beyond the lacing of the sky Please do not ask Why we all these saline tears have We are coming home with our broken hearts We are singing funeral dirges As the Limpopo runs deep at her will A tether of barbed wire Not knowing How the disconsolate years have done To me and a thousand more! How the nights have passed on insistent feet When abandoned memories from my heart Hang on these bleak walls of exile! How from the thick night the screams Remind me of home and children Threadbare, happy Gathered on the recruiting warmth of the bonfire! 28 In me These fragments Shattered pieces of recollections With memories they have struggled to preserve Despite the savage torture The soul had to endure Persevere and persist Not knowing, my love How the nights pass on insistent feet Reminding me How lonely It must be on your part To stare at the ceiling Scratching desperately The twang of memory Those days we first met And made our kiss When the grass of home sung with us The lonely emptiness here Fills my mind With images of hope That despite the chasm between us I will free race and myself To you And rout the oppressor Once again we will Fall into each other’s embrace, My country ...

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