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30 Don Mattera Lament I weep for you my country That you must some day bear testimony To the final folly When men turn against each other When those who kill for seeming love Die for lack of it When the trodden rise up in anger I weep for you South Africa And dread the long nightfall We so hastily call I weep for you my country For was it not you that suffered us to birth Your sustaining breasts That nourished our tender limbs As we sucked from a common vein And pride was heavy on your heart But how is it now Sweet mother of my life and love That our white brothers Gather crops from fields They have not ploughed While we the dark sons Feed on bitter fruit ...

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