Vote of Africa: Baring the Cross
There’s a broken boy
Lives on our street
Paints his face
Will dance for a sweet
His sign says “Thomas”
Got hit by a truck
Go to Steve Biko
Pretend to give a fuck
In the land of the Boers
They call it John Vorster
And they blame his mum
Say: Nobody forced her
He’s lucky of course
There’s money round here
They throw him a Spur
An occasional beer
I say to the kids
Give him a wave
And Tom dances on
To an early grave
It’s voting day
X marks the spot
But not for Tom
He’s a have-not
There is an ideal world
Where Tom is a trooper
In an army of voters
Making life super
The EFF will give him land
The ANC may find a grand
And take it back
With the other hand
Sorry dancing boy
Your life ain’t fair
Your invisible legions
Are too much to share
Eish Neal!
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