Monday, 28 October 2013

Them Hypocrites!

Them belly full.
Their mouths silent.
Their minds empty.
Their conscience dead.

Switch on the tele all you see
Are young people being sold beers.
A strategy to kill and mislead us.
Where is the fairness?
Maybe it’s lost in our blindness.

Them belly full.
Their mouths silent.
Their minds empty.
Their conscience dead.

I speak not of my brothers and sisters
But of the politicians who are reapers
Of our toil and labours.
In a country filled with filth and plunder
Where the people live in poverty and squalor.

Them belly full.
Their mouths silent.
Their minds empty.
Their conscience dead.

Why is it that many people still live below the poverty line?
When all I see are politicians queuing in wine-and-dines.
Maybe they are no longer human.
Hey I heard money can make you fine;
I may just give it a try.
But then I recall

Them belly full.
Their mouths silent.
Their minds empty.
Their conscience dead.

Tell-a-lie-vision is just an illusion
Created to spread some confusion
Amongst the young upcoming nation.
Lock away the television
For it distorts the vision
That one day we will pull this mission.
Its fruits are contrary to moral regeneration.

Them belly full.
Their mouths silent.
Their minds empty.
Their conscience dead.
Them hypocrites.

If I get arrested or killed
Know that it’s because I spoke the truth.
If we get enlightened and healed
Let’s be generous in giving
And shout freedom from the roof
If you no longer hear my voice
Know that it’s because I’ve been silenced.
Silenced for moving forward when they point us backwards.
Eliminated for the ideas that reveal the true cowards.

Them belly full.
Their mouths silent.
Their minds empty.
Their conscience dead.
Them hypocrites.

We are constantly sacrificed
For having braved to try
To evade poverty and their many lies
So that our young may have a chance to survive.
The forgotten promises a soliloquy
Of many hurts and misery
Suffered by the people. It’s a mystery
How we keep falling for the same fallacy.

Them belly full.
Their mouths silent.
Their minds empty.
Their conscience dead.
Them hypocrites!

Many heroes have fallen
Our heroines forgotten
Our pride is now trodden
Upon by those who call themselves the proven.

Them belly full.
Their mouths silent.
Their minds empty.
Their conscience dead.
Them hypocrites!

Democracy was a dream
That maybe we could achieve
Economic freedom with ease.
Political power is now the new opium
That sweeps the nation
While they steal and plunder
While we sit and wonder
While they build Nkandla.

Them belly full.
Their mouths silent.
Their minds empty.
Their conscience dead.
Them hypocrites!