TEARS FROM MY DRY EYES
For the broken and wounded hearted
For the souls departed and translated
For them that ceaselessly mourn and sob
For fellow soldiers in the struggle to keep our Motherland flag flying
To the sad and weak children on the streets of my Africa
To the wailing and weeping mothers, whose young starve and die before their very eyes, helplessly and pointlessly
To that little john and Catherine who have no home or place to go
To them, who strive in the storms, rains and harsh sunny days?
For every tear that you have shed countless and soundless
To those in sack clothes and marred visage
To every father who has ever lost a son or daughter
To everyone who’s lost a spouse; wife or husband
To widows, widowers and orphans
To my black and white brothers
To the saints, to the church, to all
To the forgiven and un-forgiven
To the victims of extraneous religion
To the victims of poor hospitals and health-centers
To the sad educated and helpless uneducated
To every soul that stills and seek the hope and light ahead
To the cities, the towns, the villages and hamlets
I hear a song, a victory song, a war chant
I hear it loud, I see it, and I feel it
I can hold it, touch it, grab it, sing it, shout it …
It is victory! It is salvation! It is redemption
Emancipation! Liberty! Transformation, reformation and revolution
I see it, I feel it! I hope for it!
It is ahead …
It comes so soon and shortly
Persevere, bear and forebear
I see it, I feel it we want it!
Oh Africa, our land of hope, green and splendid!