Oh Shaka, your mother
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Is not the first mother to die
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Oh Shaka, my brother
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Can you hear me now, will you see the light?
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You’ve sentenced all expecting mother and their husbands to be killed
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That no one should experience the pain that you currently feel
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But there’s no sense in that
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No, there’s no sense in that
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Can you hear your people weeping now?
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Shaka, great Father
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You’re the apple of our eyes
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Oh Shaka, my brother
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Can you hear me now, will you see the light?
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You’ve sent the cattle to their graves and killed the farmers in their fields
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And thousands more for not displaying adequately how they feel
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And there’s no milk in the land
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No, there’s no milk in the land
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Can you hear your people weeping now?
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Shaka
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Your mother
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Is not the first mother to die
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Can you hear your people weeping now oh?
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Teller Of Truths
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| Dear Reader |
