Where's human kindness? The sense of a nation?

A land of crane-feathered warriors?

Where is royalty? There's nothing of value:

all that we once had is gone!!

Will the years all roll by?

Will you mark time through this year too?

Your family's left you; your stock have left you:

they're now the stock of the Mutton Gluttons.

Maqoma said so, and they called him mad

for spurning the madness of surrender.

In the light of day you sold your kingdom

and went in search of a wife.

Christians, where are your bibles today?

I'd better stop: I get too angry.

Truly, these people from overseas

used them to rob us of house and home.

What they gave us to drink was bitter.

Africa, how have you sinned?

Drought laid us low, rivers dried up.

What do they say in the far northeast?

Maqoma said so, and they called him mad

for spurning the madness of surrender.

Now there's no one to trust:

we even spurned God, our only hope.

Will you mark time through this year too?

Now this year says what I've long said:

“Whatever your doubts, please come back,

those glittering baubles aren't for you.”

What must we make of these marriages?

Wed and split in a day: where's this from?

We sit on the fence, won't take a stand,

the walking dead unfamiliar to God.

Will all the years roll by?

This year says: “Prepare yourself

to seek the source of your situation,

why you're so and why you starve.”

Go back to where you came from,

to Ntsikana's final words.

Don't bargain with the truth:

this cash led us astray.

Seek the seers to tell you straight

what the ancient of days divines

so you speak without fear in that knowledge:

a nation that fears is a nation of liars.

And so there's the pass in a nation of liars,

and so there's the raid in a nation of liars,

and scripture predicts even more,

by my shades and my father who sired me.

You're coming back!!