Black Rainless Clouds
The dark cloud lifted to find ourselves on the global stage
In spite of the stage fright, we united into a fist of courage
The arable land awaits, but instead erodes from our uncertain steps
The endless boycott and protestations, but the rain never drops
We choreograph a new rain dance
Blame migrants and superstition for our circumstance
Blame our dark history for this now sinking ship
Blame Politian(s), we elected to power for their poor leadership
Too much freedom (without responsibility) can be liken to too much rope
Too soon have we discarded Mandela’s robe of hope
His dream was to make the tip the top of our continent
He had the makings of a king, but chose rather to be president
The burning rubble fumes black rainless clouds rendering us blind
The choking smoke throwing us further into darkness on the ground
What if the rain never comes and we’re forced to immigrate
Are we to expect a warm welcome when hatred is what we cultivate?
Egoli, our heart of gold worn superficially on our teeth
A pretentious smile to hide a forked tongue in the mouth
Poisonous is what our jealous face has now become infamous
Our generous flag up in flames to show the world our true colours
Copyright © Thabang Ngoma | Year Posted 2015
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