The last time we heard about you It was said that you were often seen crawling From one shebeen to the next in the ghetto Searching for pieces of poetry In the eyes of foul-mouthed people Who gurple swear words with beer And spit at places of worship And then it was said you later law alone In chris hani baragwanath hospital… Counting your last words on earth You were so alone that the only company by your bedside Was the whiteness of d**h So alone/brother of black kind (x4) Child of bamadingoane Sower of words Reaper of silence Sower of comradeship Reaper of hyprocrites Now tell me In what realm of Africa are we at this point? Africa the beginning, or Africa the ending? Only you, the one who resides above Knows for sure what has become of us In the ghetto, in the ghetto You were so alone that the only company By your bedside was the whiteness of d**h So alone/brother of black kind (x4)