HOODLUMS OF SOUTH AFRICA

There comes trouble when mice think themselves cats
…tormenting cats
Jumping here and there
Thinking all is fair
But we see

We see the holes in empty heads
And know your foes are yourselves
We see the vacancy in yearning hearts
And know the foes are what you are
We see the horrors in your spirits
And know your foe is lack of souls
You lot are corpses
…walking with crimes as fuel

So we look on with pity
Apathied created crumbs of your thoughts
Sluggishness is your bedrock
Pain is your walking sticks
Bitterness is your bones
And fear is dancing in your barks

Your masters created slaves of mind
Slaves of hearts
Slaves of souls
And killed you lot
…before your births

So bark like dogs online
Abuse like animals on camera
Act like the mad walking deads you are
You’re charting paths your children can’t thread
And posterity will wait
For your bodiless souls to cry
Before bringing you back to today
Where your deeds acted roots
Roots that germinated that future
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © May 28, 2026.