The new rusty Machine
by kwaz
Today we live.
Strength lies in yesterday’s pain.
The road is paved with thorns.
Barefoot we dance, to the
Rainbow beat of a new nation.
Kwaito lyrics soundtrack for a fresh day.
Today we’ve decided.
Democratic coup d’état
Polokwane .smoke hovers.
Machine gun popularity.
Comrades’ war.
The people have spoken.
Muffled voices echo
in the coffin of a spoilt legacy.
We have become the monster.
Politrick the masses,
oil the gate, before you travel to parliament
Easy access. Public funds. Spillage.
Blood of fighters for freedom spat on.
Money-green noose of greed around
Principles. Jump.
Madiba jive to the bank.
Freedom? People chartered
on paper jets of propaganda.
SABC board bored with ethics.
Mouthpiece handpicked.
We have become the machine.
Vultures circle high above,
where African nationals congress.
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