So we fought
Freed ourselves from the rot
Independence, our freedom so we celebrated
From the shackles so now we are liberated
So our destiny is now in our hands
So with gay abandon we now dance
Wait a minute sir
There appears a hollow feeling in the air
I hear a groan here and a sigh there
So now we free and how do we fare
Wasn't someone short-changed somewhere
So do we care anyway?
So the tide seems to be turning again
So my people you free and suffering again
Hush; let me listen to my brain
It is in excruciating pain
Once inflicted by the white
Who we fought to regain our right
So how will I tell mamma
‘Bout independence bringing no manna
Will she understand about the black?
Now denying fellow blacks bread
So our liberators have turned oppressors
So now whose turn is it to rid us of these oppressors?
Had it not been serious it would be fun
How the hypocritical liberators take us for fun
Don't forget they are our heroes
Who expect fifty grand for their heroics
Holding the country at ransom
If not paid a handsome sum
So by now you have heard
The good mayor's strange word
Said he needed money
For a 4 by 4 for roads so bumpy
Thought it would benefit all
To maintain the roads for all
So the rate payer without a shoe
Was to finance big Sol's whims through
So now someone is designating land
Purportedly for masses clamouring for land
Still so I have it on strong account
How the fat chefs are benefiting on that account
Adding the once productive land
To their unproductive productive land
So being in politicks and blacks
‘Tis a ticket to horde land on behalf of other blacks
So the other one puts a scheme for the homeless
Before long big brass was at it and shameless
Channelled the funds for villas for VIPs
So in comfort they R.I.P
Paying back for a crime
Still wont blot the crime
Ah so we being taken for a ride
Ah so we expected everything t take in our stride
So you want to hear more
So you need to know
Why the masses suffering so
So the answer lies at masses' souls' gate
In the answer also lies your fate
So did I hear you say
We should kick them away
You mean hero turned villain
Sounds good to put him on next train
Of course hell bound train
Maybe then we also will board the happy train
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