“Once upon a time,” say those who know.

Christians, because of the way you live

we Reds will suffer before we die:

you're Christians by day, hyenas by night.

Today we engaged; I'm not Nongqawuse

who brought Xhosa mountains crashing down.

Timothy says, “These are my words;

tell your people I'm the one talking.”

Where are the leaders the likes of Hosea

who scolded the thundering skies,

whose prayer stopped the sun in its tracks

so it shone fullface on the mountains?

If leaders behave with dignity,

women and children will too.

Timothy says: “This is me speaking.”

So says heaven on the day of wrath.

It's a shame, my people, a scandal,

a disgrace not to help your own,

with you still saying, “We're students:

who are others compared to us?”

Where are the leaders the likes of Joshua

who bore love and rose from a fall

to manage the nation of God

with poise beyond reproach?

“Today we engaged,” says Timothy.

The tree's ripped out by its roots.

You distinguish yourselves through your lust for status:

even the animals stare in amazement.

A leader's a shade-screened leopard

in all the Creator's sorrows as well,

a shade-screened leopard, dark-skinned, eternal,

watching with far-seeing eye.

Our leaders round on each other

while blacks are ringed by foes.

So where is this God we're toying with?

Your soul is in His hands.

Pas op!!

He was there before the sun;

He was there before the moon;

His greatness has no beginning;

His greatness knows no end.

Peace!!

Leaders must act with dignity:

there could be fear behind the house.

The shades say “We know you not” and depart

and we sink in the stream of despair.

The people will perish empty-handed

if a miracle doesn't come soon.

Today we locked horns. I'm not Nongqawuse

who brought Xhosa mountains crashing down.

Read the scriptures!