Hate, fear, and prejudice, pride  holds their soul. Black, white in  blood red, death takes its toll.  Isolated, segregated, forced beneath  your hand. Dominated prisoners,  slaves in their own land    Afrikaan, white Afrikaan, black  backs to the wall. Afrikaan, white  Afrikaan, soon your sword will fall,  one year, two years, maybe none at all!  Diamond hearts in golden prisons  bow to pale Gods. Justification  done with facade. You built a mighty  empire by the sweat of other men.  When they stop their work, what  will happen then?    Through the streets the childern  march, freedom is their song. Soon  the victory will be won, I know it  won't be long. In the township God  is dying, slumped against a tree.  When you crush the least of these  you do it unto me!    these lyrics are submitted by botas