Now we hate, now we kill
cockroaches, vermins and all
dirty dirty rank ‘n’ file
kill ‘em all
rid us all of foul air.
Spare us the sermon
your condemnation fuels our engines
Durban is ours
save your lives and go back home
rid us all of your foul air.
We are blood-thirsty
this land is our life-blood
go home and live to tell
stay here and live to die
rid us please of your foul air.
Not today we won’t stop
tomorrow maybe if sanity comes back
our ample waists cannot go bare
for your own waists to wear our beads
go now so we breathe easier.
Fair skin or dark skin
caucasian or negro
this nation is ours alone
we have done it once
we can do it again…
Oluwole.