Ash rests on our faces now distraught, We take up our bags, leave the rubble and inferno. Where were you when the kindling burned?
All lays in ruin now… one-two seven-ten, bodies hurl through open windows. Where was Nathi Ndlovu when the fire started? One doctor asks another
A little boy goes missing, a mother weeps. Block after block of apartments razed. Where were you when we fought the war?
Armed with hosepipes, buckets, We tried to save you, Mpilo, Now day draws near, draws destitution: We wish to have our lives back. But the fire still rages in our ears
