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Cape Flats - 1

So, maybe you can tell
Heaven from hell,
blue skies from rain,
a day full of pain.

Can you trade a walk in the park
for a glimpse of the dark?
We are the captured souls, like fish in bowls.
Do you want to exchange, from living in chains?

Beating around the bush is not of any use, 
in the blink of an eye, you will die.
Life in the Cape Flats
has been taken over by brats.

They will rape, kill and maim.
even though they don’t know your name.
Every gang has a name,
they also have no shame.

People here live in fear.
There is always some parent who sheds a tear.
Young girls falling pregnant
from boys who will not leave a remnant.

A child heavily pregnant with a child
has been left alone like an animal in the wild.
The boyfriend is long gone
making a call to another one.

Parents going to work, trying to make a living
leave their kids at home in a life so unforgiving.
Kids must look after themselves,
even though the oldest is only 12.

Most households live a life of struggle.
That is a life so radical.
The gangs rule the street.
To them, somebody must bleed.

The community forms groups
but everybody has their moves.
The gangs make them fearful.
If they cross the gangs, they will soon be tearful.

The gangs of the Cape Flats
are like wolves in a pack.
If you cross them at your own risk,
you will end up on their hit list.

The gangs have no regard for the law.
To them, the law is a flaw.
Drugs rule their lives.
They will do anything to survive.

The Cape Flats has become a hive of activity.
If you are not careful, here you’ll meet your destiny.
Known for the activity of many gangs.
The shots fired, bang, bang, bang.

Innocent people run away.
There is no way they would want to stay.
They have no chance of leaving.
On the Cape flats, their lives have little meaning.

Copyright © Andre C Anderson | Year Posted 2025

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