South African Youth

Walking down this road, Being a South African youth, All i have is my sweat, Nothing comes from it is sweet, But astonishment from witnessing this greed. My bag is full, But with nothing useful, If not only empty promises, That they promised my father whene he was a youth, And will promise my kids when they are youths, As long as there is youth in South Africa, They will continue to loot in our name, Profess fake love in our name, And have apartheit to blame, For their own corruption game. Now i feel less of a human being, But a tool they only need when the world awaits their words, So they can use me to show their work, A work that benefits no worker. Now they celebrate us in 16 June, But we have no reason to celebrate them in this cold of winter June.