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Old Afrikaner farmer on the terrace of his home

Sits gently in his rocking chair, gazing at this land he owns

There he sees his memories and there his past

There he smiles his grim smile, strokes his gun, swears he’ll make it last

Someone brings the whisky, someone serves the meal

Like the someone in the township, in the mine and in the fields

Someone at the graveyard, someone with their tears

Someone who can’t forget the freedom lost these 100 years

Old man, you can boost about the gun that’s by your bed

Old man, you can tell me how you’re good for all your kaffirs yet

And your guns can fire, and your prisons fill

And you’ve yards of rope for hanging still

But your guns can shoot and never hit the sky

And there’s no rope as long as time

Mandela in the prison, Biko in the ground

Sharpeville and Soweto voices silenced till the end of time

Freedom don’t come easy, don’t come bloodless, don’t come fast

But in the hearts of the countless people

No pass law’s gonna stop us pass

Sometimes he’ll talk of reasons, economy and cause

Sometimes he’ll even talk of changes

Though he clasps the gun and talks of laws

But power ain’t this old man’s gift

And freedom’s no reform

The old man made the history and the history’s made of wars

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