If you wake with hazy feelings. And all around you seem doomed. With finitude spewing that nasty aura. And neighbours cease chants of endearment.
What would you do? If you wake with hazy feelings And all around you seem doomed With finitude spewing that nasty aura And neighbours cease chants of endearment And sworn enemies ask for embrace And universe strikes you numb And acts of humility turn corrosive And so prejudices become way of life.
What would you do? If solitude becomes way of life And all negate your narratives And social cohesion dissipates like dew Would you summon divine powers for rehabilitation?
If strangers dock at your door steps And request an Ubuntu affirmation Would you embrace heart-to-heart conversations? Would you engender principalities for humanism? And create ambiance for Pan-Africanism Would you decode tumultuous foundations of hate? And reincarnate Ubuntu values That sustained decades of relentless onslaught on civility
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