April Bet:

Speaking with my native tongue:
We build a glorious civilization.
Our nation is the cradle of life.
My heart is proud,
Strong,
And filled with spirit.

The universe spins,
A swirling diamond sky.
The land spans,
Over mountain and expansive veldts.
The wood produces,
Lush,
Exotic,
Living unions.
The water glimmers,
Hiding mysterious depths.

This insidious disease creeps, draping the land, the forests, and the water,
In an invisible darkness.
It comes in many forms, and has many names.
It instills terror,
Hunger,
Death,
Race,
Poverty,
Pestilence,
War,
Rape,
Slavery,
A way of life.

...Yet there is a ray.
A blessing in disguise.
Under this yoke,
Of depression. Oppression.
The spirit strives.
The body yearns.
And our union will endure and blossom again.