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The bush and the forest are burning everywhere. There is no grape juice and must from the vineyard to brew. The nations become anxious. They ask: What is left for our survival? Look, without sugar, without salt, we do have money and gold. But without power, gas or just a little bit of firewood, there is also something very wrong with our infrastructure.

With the weather extreme, first sweltering hot and then icy cold. We only dream of rice, vegetables and brown fried leg of lamb. But in the unprecedented famine, we praise the worm in the flour and oats.  With toddlers old before their time, there is a lack of children with naughty pranks.

With the sky now grey and the weather so gloomy. A once-chosen-volk remembers, once we had bright sunshine, with the sky so blue. Yes, in those good old days when man and women still wanted to marry each other before God.  We also remember crisp-fresh mornings, with rosebuds wet with dew. In those times, children still played and followed each other. We also wept over each other’s sorrow. Over our mistakes we had deep remorse before God.

As volk we have deeply suffered together. Just because we would like each other so much. And even when your little lamp burned so weak during those days, your neighbour would immediately hold his lamp out for you. And woe to the one that would jeer the Boer volk. In anger that “Ingelsman” was quickly silenced.

Over mountains and valleys, the ox-wagons followed each other patiently. And then a tiny volk built mighty infrastructures. But over their white skin colour, they were bullied and jeered. Through a yes-vote, they have unfortunately made such a big mistake. Therefore many of them are now kept in squatter camps as poor people.

Africa’s white people now live in other countries. While so many parents weep over the absence of their children. With so many Boer farms folding and withering, with the people weeping. Yes, without the diligent hands of so many Boer men and women.  Therefore, let every other race know: The once good blessings, is now also withheld from them because of the Boer’s absence.

The veld, bush and forest are burning everywhere and man stands defenceless, naked and cold. Even if there is so much minerals and gold.  Soon there will be no more good wine brewed. A rainbow-nation calls: Oh look, of everything, we have nothing left. There is no sugar, there is no salt. There is no porridge or meat to eat. Therefore, in the big hunger, we also praise the worm in the maize flour and oats.