There's some difference on the other side
With so much flowing in growth fertility
We must go there and for a moment abide
Know if it shall take us somewhere to be
Something of crystal clear sand for living
Feelings that come and fall in grubby rivers
Anything worth for a while in its giving
But can't come of reality that delivers
The mountains are high and the walls are rough
The daily schedules done involving choice
Apartheid is always a tryout of its bluff
It immobilizes free will - in devoice
Those hours are long in their forgotten stage
But wisely be bright when freedom engage
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