 The virgins of Manenburg, Heideveld and Lavistown
Are wearing dresses of death.
For they will never see their wedding day
And the young men
Of the townships of terror
Will dance the wedding march
Upon air as they sway
From the gallow beam.
They are born to violence
And the young maidens their prey
Mothers and fathers in black
With dragging feet and dying hearts
Will walk coffins to the grave
And decorate mounds of sand
With many-coloured streamers
Parents are heartbroken having to bury their children. They walk without a will to live, and they are emotionally weak. 

The Virgins of Manenburg