The children got a letter
From the master
It said no more Xhosa
Sotho no more Zulu
Refusing to comply
They sent an answer
That's when the policemen
Came to the rescue
Children were flying
Bullets dying
The mothers screaming
And crying
The fathers were
Working in the cities
The evening news
Brought out all the publicity
Just a little atrocity
Deep in the city
There was a full moon
On the golden city
Looking at the door
Was the man without pity
Accusing everyone of conspiracy
Tightening the curfew
Charging people with walking
Yes the border is
Where he was awaiting
Waiting for the children
Frightened and running
A handful got away
But all the others
Hurried their chain
Without any publicity
Just a little atrocity
Deep in the city
Soweto blues
Soweto blues
Soweto blues
Soweto blues
Soweto blues
Soweto blues
Soweto blues
Soweto blues
Soweto blues
Soweto blues
Soweto blues
Soweto blues
