Bafana Bafana: Poem
A poem about Bafana Bafana
Brave men from
the South have fallen and left the nation’s pride naked and unguarded
All that the nation is left with is hope, hope for a tomorrow unknown.
Famine has struck the land of the gold and green and left it in a state of infertility
Attitudes have changed, the weaklings and cowards are growing stronger and return victorious
Night time is no longer for celebrations and mornings are for mourning and moaning
A nation is in need of a hero, a hero to fight the enemy and restore its pride.
Back then a
trusted dog barked and returned with a kill and quietened the North
A white witch doctor came and took them to his home for some je ne se qua, but failed.
From all corners of the world magicians came but, their wands were broken
Alberto dashed home to his sick wife leaving behind a Santana who could not sing.
Name after name they tried but, the downward trend continued, even the country boy failed.
Avail yourself brave one, the nation is dying of thirst, prayed the masses.