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South African lockdown 

Gone is the heave, the bustle and the crowds
The pavements are weeping like widows without sounds 
The governments are ruling with their heads in the clouds 
We should not be submissive wearing fear as our shrouds
Shops and small business are collecting dust, 
certain of finally all going bust.
Who then will take care of the poor and oppressed?
while the elite dressed in their opulence remain so blessed!
Lockdowns and spikes, confusion and fear
uncertainty, poverty, protest and crime become clear 
stand on your balconies, porches or steps, shout out your anger at being so misled 
don’t clap for key staff members but for your freedoms instead
What is the virus which has so much clout 
We are starting to question it has left us in doubt
Fear is holding us hostage with dread 
We need to be working as who buys the bread?
Ease off the peddle of this vicious control 
you have each country stuck in a hole 
We will not be silenced our voices will be heard 
We will not go down without a fight this is absurd
Release these clasps 
Remove these masks
We were born free as birds
Our anger is stirred our vision not blurred

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