OUR HISTORY
 
He who rides a tiger
 
Cannot dismount at will

 
With sickle and hammer
 
We drive the working class wheel
 
Home and abroad
 
Bringing all willing hearts on board
 
This is our history
 
This is our history

 
 
Let me tell you
 
Something you know best

 
I re-assure you
 
Your mind won’t rest
 
When songs of our soil
 
Reach the bed of your soul

 
This is our history
 
This is our history
 
 
Our history is a tree
 
Standing tall in a blind bush
 
It withstood terror and misery
 
Never shifted by a pull or push
 
From the west wild winds
 
That erode bones blood and minds
 
This is our history
 
This is our history
 
 
Our history is a dance
 
Where the dance suits the beat
 
And the beat is tuned to the dance
 
Gum-boot dance to the heart beat
 
Following forefathers foot steps
 
Moses M and Moses K wearing the three caps
 
This is our history
 
This is our history
 
 
Our history is that child
 
With ribs of a guitar strings
 
Crawling into dust bins so wild
 
Empty stomach empty dust bins screaming

 
Screaming calling for Mama….
 
On all fours scrubbing bourgeois floors Mama
 
This is our history
 
This is our history
 
 
Our history is that viva Mandela viva Tambo
 
Armed with perseverance and patience
 
It is that viva Chris Hani viva Joe Slovo
 
Armed with endurance and resilience
 
Defying bullets bullets and dungeons impregnable
 
With fire burning the combustible

 
This is our history
 
This is our history
 
 
Our history is this alliance
 
Glued shoulder to shoulder with blood mould
 
It is a history of disciplined commitments
 
Tigers hoisting high a flag Black Green and Gold
 
After a heavy pain full Apart-hate torrent
 
And for a hammer and sickle we are adamant
 
This is our history

 
This is our history
 
 
Our history is a proud song
 
A song of no surrender
 
For it will not take us long
 
Socialism is our future
 
Build it now don’t ask me how

 
These Tigers know how
 
This is our history
 
This is our history

 
 
Our history is a rainbow
 
After a heavy flood
 
When tides ebbed low
 
And there is no more blood
 
We shall sing and remember
 
Songs of no surrender
 
“Aulethe Umshini wame”    “Aulethe Umshini wame”

This is our history
 
This is our history
 
 
When we show
 
 Red card
 
    They cry
 
       Tenders
 
          We close the ranks
 
              They try 
           
                 Divide

 
Give the enemy no quarter
 
Give the enemy no quarter
 
This is our history
 
This is our history                                                      
 
 
By Tshepo Semudi


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