MSHINI WAM...

This coach is not as comfy as an old couch 
Cursed by the previous regime, it seems yet… 
Air-born hands remain high 
As the cry… freedom, 
from this baggage as it continues to pile up… 
sluggishly… like movement made by prey into the snake’s stomach. 
But now this prey comes from the slumps 
Unashamed it feeds on crumps. 
Look at the fear on eyes of the Caucasians on board- 
Can’t be described because everyone keeps quite on this train. 

Then they come, tossing their hidden cards: 
“Show me your money” 
I’ll scam you some more, but first, kiss the feet of my floor. 

In this snake’s pit, we sit in rows until the snake spits 
Congested… 
Of to the city of gold with spades, but some carry guns and knifes, 
To a few, it’s a joy ride… 
While others try to unblind us by playing guitars and singing praise, 
So reach down into your pockets because tomorrow might never come 

But the politician came… 
Took a shower, train… stop. 

Service delivery left undone because “Umshini wam” 
Is still being sung.