Dambele the worthy son of the soil You who sat exams and passed with flying colors Grace the ladders of success in foreign lands We now say your brain is drained To benefit the coffers overseas While our motherland lay fallow Who then will decorate our fields As your hands are tied down yonder
Mother cries daily Asking all and sundry When you will return Fearing she will never see you again Though you never ceased to send your support What she craves is to see you and smell your presence To caress you once more
We the brethren pray That you gain more and more Attaining higher heights You the beacon of success Our family takes pride in your status Waiting to see you back home when you do come We ain't going to stress your return Knowing you heart belongs home That you did what you had to do May the good lord protect you Day in day out As the angels cover you With their wings of peace and grace
Hear what others say But please follow your heart Silently guiding you Far you may be from home We know you have us close to your dreams Walk the walk and let them say What they will For us you are always at home Thanking our Good lord For this bounty Just do no forget where you hail from So you can know where you are now
Just recently I read about another batch of immigrants who lost their lives trying to cross over to Europe. The struggle to earn a decent living away from the woes of poverty back home is causing such mayhem. Those who some how made it through have to struggle very hard to settle down and where they get some success , those who are mindful and caring remember that they have an obligation to help those left behind.
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Posted - 19 Aug 2008 : 13:43:42
