TALK TO THE PEOPLE
There’s a brawl in a lonely white’s only bar
A lekker groove in a classy shebeen
Someone betrayed in a government car
A silent movement on the stock market screen
A watchman playing on a zulu guitar
A white soldier’s blues in a camouflage green
A migrant worker who came too far
A sailor aground in a submarine
Phendula Wendoda
(Answer, Mister)
Lendlela sizofika kanjani
(This way, how will we arrive)
Chorus
Talk to the people
Walk through the country
Listen to the children
Do you know the dreams they dream at night
Only you, only you can free me
Only you, only you can see me
Only you, only you breath life into the land
Touch me with your healing hand
There’s a township mongrel on the scrounge
A tribal feud in a municipal ‘pound
A squatter with an ox but no land to plough
A shipment of A.K.’s on the underground
A throw of the dice on a Soweto train
A waiting knife if you should win the game
A human rights lawyer with a torture claim
A union activist never ever seen again
Chorus
Phendula wemadoda
(Give the answer…)