She has been nailed with a needle.
Her blows blown a blasphemous bundle.
O’, cry the beloved country. A call for ceasing.
Her soul has been captured-capped,
She fails to serve her countrymen-
Because her masters fastened the hen.
They sold her out to high bidders, tapped
her spirit-spirited. A cloud of shame,
tongue-sour- despise and light dark.
Our Lions turned sheep, what a lame!
The hounds from outer-world bark.
Oh! Oh! Mother South Africa, I pity your name.
Who is the next Mandela? Desired lark.