Now we hate, now we kill

cockroaches, vermins and all

dirty dirty rank ‘n’ file

kill ‘em all

rid us all of foul air.

Spare us the sermon

your condemnation fuels our engines

Durban is ours

save your lives and go back home

rid us all of your foul air.

We are blood-thirsty

this land is our life-blood

go home and live to tell

stay here and live to die

rid us please of your foul air.

Not today we won’t stop

tomorrow maybe if sanity comes back

our ample waists cannot go bare

for your own waists to wear our beads

go now so we breathe easier.

Fair skin or dark skin

caucasian or negro

this nation is ours alone

we have done it once

we can do it again…

Oluwole.