Now Thandi was almost seven when her blanket was pulled away
By the familiar hands of a relative who’s mind had gone astray
He touched her mouth and whispered tenderly into her ear
“If you scream little girl it will be the last you will hear”

And as she was pulled from left to right in the comfort of her room
She saw a glimpse of dark eyes glaring from the gloom
The towering images of men with expressionless facades
Waiting patiently for their time to come to join in this charade

The weight of the man bearing down on her lifted with a sigh
Giving her the chance to comprehend and softly start to cry
And as she wept she wished for all of this to be a dream
Not two seconds had passed until she gave another muffled scream

The intentions of these men seemed strangely all the same
As one by one they all told her “relax its just a game”
On the wall above her head the clock read half eleven
“Dear Jesus lord come down to me and show me where is heaven”

The four-man team came down to one and he said only this
“I hope it did not hurt too bad” and sealed it with a kiss
They shut the door and let her lie there trembling on the bed
With her soaked pillow and her blanket crimson red

Now Thandi was seven when her mother came to say
“happy birthday my lovely child” when she saw where here daughter lay
She screamed and stumbled to reach her precious side
It was too late for the little girl who cried and cried and died