Even If I Cry

My land is my home
no matter our pain
Home home
My land is my hope
even as I pain
Hope hope
They asked me before
and I said no
They'll ask me again
and I'll say no...
To hate

My land makes me laugh
Let them tease
My land keeps my lot
Let them tempt
They have taken before
I know
They will gather again
I'm sure
But leave me alone
I am the stump
of the conquered race
I will sprout again
Spring spring
Gloat on as yore
Tease tease
I am the gourd
of the ancient wine
I sour not
I vintage on...
Even as I cry

My land be love
Love love
My home be all
Sweet home
These tears will water
the fields of freedom
Let me cry
This pain will rain
to gain again
Let me ache
My land is my home
Pray home
For I hold you no harm
or hate

My heart be store and song
as I bear for meals anew
All renewed
The tune is hard to dance
but I'll take you along
All renewed
The beat is meant for kings
but I'll ask you to dance
All for new
My land be my day
Come dance
My home is my pay
Come stay...
In peace

My land be my world
Yes yes...the world
My space be my say
Oh yes...my way
Come aboard, my friend
Mind not my cry
Come and know my way
Mind not the pain
For my land, this land
be mine, me, and more!

All those who have ever fought deprivations, apartheid, ethnic intolerance, religious bigotry, racism, gender imbalance or caste stigma will know where this drum is sounding from!

Buy, then, the Mandela Doctrine: Together, sans Bitterness.

It never fails.