POWER

 Bam CuttayenAmandla for MandelaFor Almondla Biko flowsThunder screams over SharpevilleThe rain of death covers SowetoHatred grows in the color of skinAnd blood writes the history of LazaniaLike in the bad seasonLeaves in the power of the windIn the fever of Soweto children lose their way Botswana, Zimbabwe they did not goTwo months later, heard that they were buriedThat the rain of dollars that feed makesFor the African land it is morseleThat sick minds have manufactured toolsTo try to make history retreatIn its march apartheidPe blowing flesh the color of ebonyIf everyone there understands the value of lifeNeed all colors for the beauty of the universe discipleLike snow that melts in the hot sunBeware of Lazani sinking and all its childrenAmandla for Mandela