Who do I turn to?
Who do I turn to?
My voice you silence with fear, My cries you suppress with your gigantic hands, You, my guardian, Have betrayed my innocence, Distorted and rampaged my future, Broke my sacred calabash, Which you nurtured and hoped one day it would, Fill you kraal, Calabashes which retained my dignity,
Who do we turn to for protection? Have you become a chicken which eats its own eggs. Homes have turned into prisons, Our freedom ground has become dangerous sanctuaries, I have no one to turn to, That is the truth right in front of me, I am left puzzled ,dazzled and muddled, For I am just a voiceless child.
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