Cooling waters
from
The calabash
Of
Mother Africa

Water
for
The young student
Who ate
The apartheid bullet

Water
for
The mother
Whose heavy womb
Was split open

Water
for
The little boy
Who was robbed
Of his innocence
Forced
Into battle
And perished
By the Gun

Water
for
That great warrior
Whose glorious journey
Crossed the path
Of a
Cross-fire
And
Ended there

Mama Africa
Offers you all
Water
To quench
Your sorrows
She offers
Water