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Heat of our chains
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Azanian Love Song 71 Heat of our chains What dreams and visions we clutched In our frantic search for life Are singed by the heat of our chains Nothing remains But anger, At ourselves, at God Reconciliation and amity Drown in a whirlpool of unrelenting dogma What hope existed for a bloodless revolt Now lies shattered in a million fragments of despair There can never be asylum for expediency There is no bloodless war We scanned the sky For something new and clean All we found was enmity Pumping our fragile veins With new excitement Filling our bodies with song: Life is a flower in a white garden of doom Though they steal our petals They keep the plant In bloom 72 Don Mattera O Freedom Though we have not touched Your ebony face nor slept beside you Yet would we rise up in your name To meet and fight the terror That darkens our streets. No more the sacrifice of our children No more the shouts of frightened hearts What the soldiers have taken from us We shall reclaim What bitterness Haunts our agony Will crown our victory Enrich our joy And if we must weep Let us weep gently, Committing our pain To our cause And with one blow Silence these fiends Who laugh as we die ...