16 June 1976

by Eric Ngobeni   Jun 15, 2015


Oh, there was no place in the sun,
The tyre was burning in Soweto,
The sjambok was whipping,
The police dog was biting,
And the pistol was shooting.
Blood became our drinks,
Death became our friends,
Protesting became our games,
And prison became our homes.
We fought and uphill our battle.
And we lost the lives of our fellow pupils.
Our future leaders!
We will always remember you.
Oo, No pain, no gain!

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  • 2 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Wow - very powerful, indeed. "Blood became our drinks" What an emotive line.