God, help me, You did not create me br to beg for crumbs br and I bend my knees to nobody br but to You who deserve it br br and even in my misery You walk on the road with me, br see the boots of the oppressors, br how they trample br my humanity and that of other Afrikaners, br leaving indelible impressions br br that begs for your judgement, br that asks that You even break rocks, br destroying them, br who do not consider myself and other Afrikaners as human beings. br br Let Your judgement fall as was prophesied, br loosen the winds of Your battle, br let Your broom wipe clean br and free my people and me br that we also each can have a place in the sun br and stay forever free in Your protecting hand.