Discrimination

no one knows why we cry
below the moors and over the hills
no one knows why we cry

no one knows who we are
below the empty black skies
people think they know who we are

no one knows what we suffer from
depression? cancer? torture? depression?
no one knows why we suffer

no one knows the reason behind every tear we shed
behind every door we close
no one knows how we survive

no one bothers about us
along abandoned roadsides and muddy streams
no one sees our pain

everyone knows our race
black; negros; coloured; disgusting
everyone discriminates our race

no one knows why we wander among pews in the chapel
perhaps praying for a better day?
but we know things cant change

everyone suspects us of crimes
drug trafficking, murder, theft, piracy
no one can set us free

we live to see our dying day
perished by fire, ice, water, cruelty
everyone lives to see our dying day

only i see the afterlife
the life that comes after death
a nation that lives up to its creed
a nation that strongly believes