Azanian Love Song

Tokologo

64 Don Mattera Tokologo Now when dirges burst the monotony of our lives when black hearts seek solace in values foreign and false and forsake the sanctity of old customs, now, would I die for a new anthem a deep and sonorous march plaintive yet plundering angry yet committed protesting yet personifying our black cries A singing tree telling the turmoil of our time our beginning our destiny, singing it in rich song O sing, Afrika, sing me a Freedom song chant in the glow of sunset in jungle frames around the sacrifice and yellow flames Azanian Love Song 65 Sing it, Mother in the ghetto where laughter masks the black man’s pain where men move on bended knees raped by colonial terror Sing it in the prison cells and tombs and dungeons where martyrs lie thirsting for the new sunrise Sing me a song of Freedom that I may rise from the quagmire of debasement and take my rightful place among free men ...