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Bayeza abafana bancane wema Bayeza abafana bancane wema Baphethe iqwasha, baphethe ibazooka Bathi "Sangena savuma thina, Lapha abazange bengena abazali bethu Nabadala, bayasikhalela thina ngoba asina voti." (The young boys are coming, the young boys are coming. They carry homemade weapons and a bazooka. They say "We have agreed to enter a place that has never been entered before by our parents or our ancestors and they cry for us, for we do not have the right to vote.) Hayiyaah! The west is sleeping in a fragile freedom Forgotten is the price that was paid Ten thousand years of marching through a veil of tears To break a few links in these chains These things come to us by way of much pain Don't let us slip back into the dark On a visible but distant shore -- a new image of man The shape of his own future, now in his own hands -- he says: