To others it brings fame, fortune and opportunity
To others it’ s shameful
Trauma and horror is what it brings
All in the hands of South Africans
South Africa, why are we like this?
Why are we killing our blood brothers?
Have we forgotten our past, our refuge camps?
Remember those bad days
Remember exile
What have the Zimbabweans done?
What about the hate against the Mozambicans and Nigerians?
Are we still living in peace and harmony?
Maybe we are not, what is this riot?
Still I ask why we are like this.
What happened to the spirit of ubuntu?
The African spirit
What problem are we solving by killing others?
We call them foreigners because we are failures
Lets jump from this blinding dusk and reach for a NEW DAWN
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