South Africa is now a falling zone
Ready to pick many a bone
With other Black nations which pushed their traumas to be sewn
Into the free terror they’re now for known
All Black nations must expell their seeds
To push them on one string as loving beads
To rot in themselves in order to regrow
So they can learn to never sink this low
Because constant attacks without rebuttal is a flag for continuation
Because all talks and no action is more grounds for humiliation
Because their own faults spectacling their eyes
Deflect blames which feed their lies
That others are problems needing weeding to solve their cries
Find ways to their works replace
Force them out to their silence embrace
Since they can all their consent trace
Let them feel the shots at race
So round them on their land of birth
To live with themselves in their probable mirth
To fall their fake glasses from their eyes
To rot to grow into a better state
So get ours here to come and stay
And round theirs up on their merry way
When their rots turn into stinking decay
They’ll all reason without delay
So we can live to see a day
They’ll grow compassion even in aggression
To address their fate in good rate
To help their state in their very state
Without using others as their bait
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © April 24, 2026.
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