Terror succumbed to tenders

From terrorist to tenderisers
while frying us with their lies

They crossed boarders fighting for freedom of the human race
Fleeing from their homes hopping for better tomorrow
The nation lifting them high singing their slogans
Fighting their battle from within the beast’s womb
in time the feast of immoral minds crashed
Freedom like an orphan born to families of my land
Born to be raised, born to be fed, born to be appreciated
Ecstasy as songs of jubilation cuts through my African sky

Gradually we became different
As we advanced freedom Africa dreamt of
we stray away from the core of our very existence
Now in the wake of a new day
The day of terror is once more dawning
This time comrades are backstabbing each other
With fork and knifes on their queue to feasting
From a meal they should be dishing out to their nation.
Firing and hiring are orders of the new day
Friends become colleagues and subordinates

It is payback time...
Tenders falling like manna only to specific hands
Those that can properly spell the word “CHIEF”
While applying that specific hand shake,
Yes you got it, the million Rands handshake
That is always awarded as the term is prematurely terminated
as originally intended...

the nation looks on
with much disbelief but very little comprehension
the masters of the game continues securing rights
it is the time...
...the time
for tenders to succumb to terrorists.
Never mind the submission of whatalula commission
The mission is simple, freedom fighters are feasting
after all they have been hungry for so long,
otherwise we couldn’t be here...