[** Vinyl Bonus Track]
Fourteen years with little change
They look for in whom to place the blame
Fade is the post upheaval bliss and the majority still live in shit
Deliberate attempts to misdirect has them reaching for foreign necks
The anger that this inveighs placates dissent so it stays
We watch even though we have all seen it before
We watch the violence still
Leaves us in it in turn covers what's at heart
Of what caused the violence at the start
Marauding hordes tear through the camps
Malawian were given little chance
With flames to light and rocks to crush
They leave the people dying in the dust
The hysterical contagion is let loose as they carry on
It's complicated
Why are we hated like a sickness?
The more blood that spills inspires more to start to kill
The Ramaphosa bears the brunt of the poverty-based human hunt
The squatter begins to flee as the drive is made for purity
The question one is forced to ask:
What happens when this land is pure at last?