Freedom Came At A Price

I cant take my eyes off the sight of a dead man killed while running for cover/
Or those school kids that took a stand to being oppressed by the apartheid but instead got so brutally gunned down/
Bang...Bang...
Two shots in his back, now theres a child somewhere living without a father/
Or a mother or a daughter or bright young son/
Crowd roars as more shots are fired/
Boys in blue walking with their fingers on the trigger/
They must be Trigger happy/
We all get trigger happy, but hey we dont all pull the wrong one.

More lives lost/
More lives lost/
Now those we lost are looking down at us sitting on Gods shoulder/
Seeking out for vengeance but at what cost?
When we all find other things to do because we think about nobody but ourselves/
Wheres the people that used to stand together to go against something/
Ever stopped and thought whos grave you stood on?
You got no time for that, right?
Well, theres a fine between knowledge and power/
The surface of this earth is a blanket for those that freed us from oppression and a playground for the wide awake smoking up their ignorance/

Look into these eyes tell me what lies behind the tears that fall/
How nice to find our crooked society hiding behind these so called laws/
Broom in my hand trying to sweep away these unseen flaws/

Lets not forget the month of June, the month people as young as you and me, fought back the apartheid government.
When we still used to trust each other and stand together as one.

Nceba Thabethe

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