You lay an X on a ballot paper
And it stabs you in the back
They speak ’til the corners of their lips are filled with saliva
Promising us a better life
27 years of democracy,
And we’re still survivors
Holding placards for mere human rights
All they give us are t-shirts with their faces
Telling us we’re one in this struggle
But they’ll never switch places
They gorge funds meant for the poor
Enlarging their already protruding bellies
This game is getting sour
People are dying
This country is on fire
The ink is drying
The promises aren’t coming
That’s the sad reality of this country
The future is dark
The struggle heroes fought for nothing
The big slice is eaten by big wigs
And the crumbs are left over for us
They give sarcastic speeches and Cheshire grins while stuffing their pockets
Driving big machines while young children are walking kaalfoot to school
Spending thousands on campaigns instead of giving people shelters
They want to be hailed as heroes
- But what have they done for our people?