Not black enough

Used to be that you were not white enough
Good for sugar business not the sweet stuff.
Victory in ’93, sure you were free…
But now not black enough.

You were in the trenches, they were in exile
In Paris and London, living in style.
Providing for the children can become a trial
When you’re not in the tribe

Umoya, umoya!
You’re still blowing in the wind

Along the way they sold their ideology
Tanzania, Zambia maybe Mozambique.
They renamed the system ‘Democracy’
So expediently.

Innocent or guilty it’s the same to me
You are in my memory as a man to be.
What you gave your children is a legacy
Much stronger than the wind.

Umoya, umoya!
Much stronger than the wind
While you wonder about the ending
They’re still waiting to begin

Mother City, Jan 2005 copyright Reinhard Adelbert