Our Songs: 3

As we do household chores
And as young men herd cattle
Or when we are dissatisfied
with management at places of work
There's a song we sing that suits the feel

When sad
we sing
and sway
in pain carried by all

When one has fallen
we join our hands
and bow our heads
with low sung
balming tunes
Till the pain be blunt

This is Mzansi our land of song
where we sing for joy
And sing in sadness too

by Haidee Majola

Comments (1)

When sad! ! ! ! We sing! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.