They call themselves liberators,
even though their glory days
are long gone.
The feeding trough stands empty,
yet they continue to raid resources
whilst offering us nonsensical excuses.
While the pockets of the wealthy continue to bulge,
the poor are reduced to skin and bones;
yet the vultures continue to circle.
With crocodile tears they offer 
one obituary after another, 
while trying to wipe their hands clean of
the blood of the innocent.
How many more judicial inquiries
must we endure?
How many more disgruntled citizens
must take to the streets?
The people are fed up and the youth will rise,
but in the meantime embers of betrayal continue
to burn as the country is reduced to ashes. 
Morena boloka setjhaba sa heso.