Burn South Africa! Burn her down to the ground.
In the ashes we'll all perish, because rage it knows no bounds.
The children weep, they have no more books to read.
Or worse the crimal that killed the farmer, who's children have no food to eat.
Lock your doors and say a prayer
Hope that when you close your eyes; its only darkness their.
They rape and kill and plunder and divide
What was once a place worth saving, our homeland and our pride.
Look twice before you set out to earn your daily bread,
Perhaps they'd burned all busses and trains just like their leaders said.
Clouds of smoke and dust and hate has hung itself in the sky
Soon their wil be nothing left of anything, and it'll be to late to cry.
Freedom songs have lost their meaning,
When sung while lay shot and bleeding.
To blame corruption, history or crime,
While you stand by, or join and give it a try.
There is no hope left where evil reigns,
Not for the wicked and not for the good.
You can destroy all the world, and spread like a disease,
But it would solve nothing, its all in vain.
So remember this when you beg for mercy from a stranger,
When you ask for bread to fill the void,
Remember how you, yourself enjoyed,
The torch, the fire, the hurt the kill.
Remember when you sit on the left over heaps of nothingness,
To ask yourself whether now you are satisfied.
Allow yourself to really absorb,
To feel the emptiness.
To accept the truth of how South Africa died...
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