I was a slave and you were my master,
Gave me a new name to call to the father,
I experienced Gods presence in the spirit of the trees,
You called it blasphemy to the maker of the seven seas.

And you forget the as long as we have responsibility
Beauty shall remain,
Beauty in the beautiful continent of Africa
Lies the multi-cultural and customs of our society.

But I ask society, did God not create the beasts and the land,
Such are the views which wars seek to defend,
Animals don’t have mortal souls, only humans go to heaven,
Yet you bury the creature with honour unworthy of a heathen.

The harsh African sun beats and shines low and lower
And that makes up my sizzling dark African skin,
For she anchors victories and pacifism of the exquisiteness of her children
A land with no regression of forgiveness

Forgiveness comes when a mutual ground is reached to avoid an uprising,
Speeches’ bargained, actions sustained and now subsiding.
Don’t call me white for I’m no longer your master,
Don’t call me black for I’m no longer your slave.

I’m no longer your slave for I have a vision of your unique heart where lies
The great Nile, Zambezi, and Victoria falls where water chants in an African rhythm
Your vein runs through Umzimvubu, UThukela and Drakensburg mountains where innocent souls of our king once stepped

I forsake the ways of these souls and this beauty only to falter,
The beauty of a free warrior is within an honourable grave.
I die not from perishing, but perish from this system which chains me
You fear death itself, I fear in which manner I will cease to be.

We cry in Africa, we cry, but wont panic,
There’s survival in my land’s children,
When I’m in chains of injustice laws
Africa brings her head down in a bid to free me.

Humble me to conquer me

by Native Legend & Nkuthalo