A boy who took a bullet for our world,
He ran and died fighting for his own life,
Gunshots did not let him speak any word,
A twelve year old caught up in a big strife.
Sometimes life will knock you down on your knees,
And those who love you will suffer the pain,
Run fast, cry loud, and give you a tight squeeze,
A third language forced to invade the brain.
But we shall not be sad instead be glad,
That boy gave up his life to set us free,
His sister ran so scared with her comrade,
Now we have free South Africans to see.
Long live our young and strong leaders we love,
We hope you've found your inner peace above.
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