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