They post in the best of wool
But there belly ain’t full,
You see them from afar
And you wish you’re part
But they are torn apart
Like Sinwe Bansi,
Who wish for a better future?
But got nailed to the cross through apartheid
Leaving home in awe
Of a better future out there in the cold
Yet in a 20% of the beggar down here.
Sleeping all day,
Without a pay,
For no reason but being a Police dog,
Rattling in poverty of the white man’s rug
Living in penury of the dockyard thug,
Sharing pen with the white man’s dog
Friend, please come out clean,
Come out bold,
You are suffering,
The white man’s land is not a success,
But a distress.
Expensive shirt yet a renewed beggar…