Jy wil hê dat ek moet lag
Oor my sware sware vrag
Oor die kommunis se lag
Oor die dood wat vir my wag
Jy wil hê dat ek moet huil
Oor my vyand in die kuil
Oor die vreemdeling
Wat die dood na my toe bring
Jy wil hê ek moet my verbly
Terwyl ek in die afgrond afgly
Terwyl hulle my naaste vermoor
En hulle skynbare vrede optoor
Jy wil hê my trane moet rol
Wanneer jy na sy begrafnis toe hol
Maar jy sien, my vriend, sy dood
Is, my vriend, my brood
L.C.J. Engelbrecht
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