Many people were worried about this day,
To vote or not should they have their say.
The queues were long the weather cold,
It was the same for all young and old.
Who to vote for which party is the best,
Would it really matter to vote for the rest.
We already know who is going to win,
Is this the end or somewhere to begin.
The fear of intimidation they're scared to death,
As they make their mark they hold their breath.
If they get two-thirds will that be the end,
Do we look for a place our kids to send.
Taxes are far too high and so is crime,
What will happen next it's a matter of time.
The time has come to stand hand in hand,
This is what we must do to save our land.
It is not time to turn your back and run away,
It is time to stay to save our land this day.
Why I hear you say what is left to save,
What will be left for us room for a grave.
The majority of people are not all bad,
It is their leaders that make me sad.
The struggle was not for their fellow man,
But to make them rich however they can.
Next time use your head not you heart,
Let us try again to make a fresh start.
In a land of love stood hand in hand,
This is South Africa This is our land.
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