Born free

One day
We will prove all the
Naysayers wrong,
We will stand exhausted, wounded,
Victorious in the sun.
Hand in hand our voices resound,
The sweet song of unity,
In our passion, in our stories found.
It won’t matter where you came from,
Or how you ended here,
Brothers and sisters we marched,
Different, defiant in the face of fear.
Forever etched in our memory,
Part of who we will be,
Yes, we are not lost

Copyright Hiraeth 2015
For the South African Class of 2015