They came across the oceans where we danced in dust and green fields. They changed our colour and took our lands and turned us into slaves but they could never take our hearts and our blood and the earth that carries our scent.
The wind still blows and whisper in our Hearts between the junction of two seas that holds our memories sacred for every season whilst mountains stands firm with our paintings of the past and calls out to remind us of our history and our rights and our nation with the same hearts and blood.
We are all one
We are all one
We are all one
With many nations in our blood with the same hearts where the earth holds sacred our scent between the junctions of two seas.
We are the people who carry the scent of the earth and the memories on rocks where winds with the seas and mountains bare witness of our creed.
We are all one
We are all one
We are all one
Who learnt to follow the creed of Abraham.
We are Moslem, Christian and Jew mixed with blood of many tribes and nations.
They have change our colour mixed our blood and will never change our hearts and the colour of our blood.
We are the KhoiSan.
Whalid Safodien
The Feather pen.
