Cape Flats - 2
Murder and mayhem on the Cape Flats.
This is life and that is that.
From the youngest to the oldest,
the murderers are bold.
Murderers kill at random.
On their heads should be a ransom.
Every day is a killing season,
killing for no reason.
Children cry and mothers die,
living by the sword.
The murderers must be caught.
Gangs for whom killing is a must,
mothers and fathers want them bust.
Teenagers join gangs to kill.
For their parents, it is a bitter pill.
The Cape Flats is a killing field,
if you live there, there is no shield.
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