You stole my innocence
Just so ungachama
Inside me a 2-seconds excitement
When you could have
Opted for indlwabe
And spared my soul.
Today we buried umama
So you can have a puff.
Her 10-years little girl is
Raising her baby brother.
Chased from home to Homes
Umawakho cries herself to sleep
Her ears are ringing with the neighbour’s demands
She is anxious for the day when
God remembers you.
Now I ask you, is it worth it?
Having all these innocent souls around you
Your hands stained for life
Loud pleading voices in your head
Just for a second of ecstasy
Habit is an addiction, choose wisely.