Where do I lay my head down tonight?
Will we have a pillow fight?
Do i go down or give it all my might?
Or do i walk away and out of sight?
Fight all you have to, but don’t you bite!
They will try and give you a fright,
But keep your friends close and enemies in sight.
Stick together from dusk till the break of light
Why so disruptive?
Is this the country where we live?
Will he pay back the money?
For his Nkandla of milk and honey?
Whose the speakers?
What do they know?
Is this how we will grow?
They make our country look bad
And this is something very sad.
With guns blazing in parly
They kicked out Julius Marley
Who are these people
Shouting honourable loudly
What happened to South Africa’s proudly
The world looked upon us
We’ve become laughing stock
A fighting democracy!
A fighting country!
What will zuma bring to the table,
Will he say that we are able?
Or that the economy is stable?
This year in parliament
Will it be blessings, Or lament?
Help us get through this again,
As they our taxes spend
As we wait for the state of the Nation Address
We wait and hear the head of congress.
His face seem so stressed,
As he’s led us into economic distress.
They sing him praise right to his face,
But I just wish they’d cut to the chase.
With eyes on our country
Let’s vote in the monkeys
Like banana republic,
He does it again
First with the arms deal
And now it’s Nkandla
All zuma’s scandals before the ELECTION
But he’s got a small puppy that continues to bark
And Makes statements from out of the dark
I shudder to think of watch dog mantashe
He’s like j-z’s very own talashe
But let them beware, just ask mr gwe- there
What they do here’s
Clearly not clear
With no education
They run this rainbow nation
From one tree to one tree
He continues to mimic Mugabe
The one from Harare
No one can (re)move him, but fair is not fair
Who do I choose?
And why do I vote
How do I choose?
And where do I cross
Do I jump on the boat?
And cast my vote
This is the day
It’s the seventh of May
Do they give their power away?
Who will take the seats?
Is this an election to beat?
Who will admit defeat?
Will Nkandla lead to change?
Will the DA take the charge?
Will Julius and his fighters continue to march?
Where will the born frees be
Maybe this is not for me
We’ll have to wait and see
With Shrien flying out
And coming back in
And Oscar being down
And saying he was up
And Dewani that is mental
And Pistorius’s emotions
Valentine and honeymoons
Suppose to be so special
But now the wife and girlfriend
Has gone to be celestial
Means they are now free
But the guys are still here
And with a great fear
The fear is so vast
Cause it’s a blast from their past
From Heathrow to Cape Town
And up and down
Both stand accused
But blame it on abuse
24 years ago. Who can forget this day?
Waiting for a man who knows about forgiveness even when in dismay
After 27 years, he is for given for being four hours late on this specific date
As he struggled to fix SA’s dire straits not forgotten, but forgiven for their past mistakes
He raised his right(s) hand in salute to the people who awaits
This marks an era to freedom without a pass
Gone are the days of the dompass from the past
Some waited for Six hours, others for longer
He devoted six decades and seven years more and it made him stranger.
I wish the African national’s top six can learn from this man
He believed in; “together we stand”
But divided they are now falling
And soon the Congress will start mourning
Four years times five marks the years that democracy is alive
Was not easy, nor without strive
Long live the giants of MK, long the freedom of this day!