A Genocide

Kill the Boer, kill the farmer A song sung in a stadium by thousands Reverberating a chorus of spine-chilling fear A call to incite hatred and violence Tomorrow, we mourn - another farmer Umshini wami (my machine gun) Paralysing fear runs through your soul To wipe out the Boer and the farmer A call to genocide, they cajole Rat-a-tat, see how they run There is no defence against this genocide You must die, self-defence is a crime Hundreds and thousands of crosses, erected For the innocent these numbers climb The Boer and Farmer in death abide.