What society is this?
where never is sung manhood initiation chorus
until buttocks are with STD injection porous
to rest the dead are never laid
save when horrible lobola is paid,
none will chant your slogan
but that of carriers of a war-gun
what kind of society is this?


What world is this?
where no music plays
but the rat-tat of guns,
no rivers flow,
but the hot-spring of innocent blood,
no sweet perfume smells
but dead prisoners in cells,
What kind of world is this?

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