The dust choked us The sewerage water Running in the street drowned us, When your little flower, Culumanco, Was flowering for you Looking for you in the crowd, Crying for you, Andile The dust choked us.
The sewerage water Running in the street drowned us, When a woman was motherly carrying Your child so fragile In the zinc church of Soweto your home
The dust choked us The sewerage water Running in the street drowned us When the stinging sun stared At the sad faces filled with questions Is it God Or a man's will That Culumanco must cry, If it is God, He knows why But If it is man's will, Culumanco's cry will choke and drown The guilty forever. Dedicated to Andile Mani, a VW worker who passed away this year
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Numsa News