From the halls of Jacob Zuma
Called Nkandla in the hills;
We will steal our country's money
And then leave it to its ills;
First to fight for right to plunder
And to keep out of the courts;
We are proud to claim the title
Of a nation which extorts.
Every freedom that’s been fought for
Every decent human right;
Will be taken from the people
More especially if they’re white;
Where the water once flowed freely
Is now toxic human waste;
Children sicken when they drink it
But we’ll say it’s to their taste.
Where there once were roads aplenty
Are now potholed-riven tracks
But there is no way to fix it;
That’s no way to spend your tax;
Where once the lights shone brightly
Lighting up these southern climes;
Now the darkness claims the country
And conceals the ghastly crimes.
So, with twenty years of freedom
Under this democracy
And where no-one else will have you;
Courtesy of ANC;
Corruption’s at an all-time high
But Thuli is to blame;
Cause she tells the world about it
And she covers us in shame.
So, when next you count your blessings
Do it with the utmost care
Cause we’ll find a way to tax them
As we’re bound to tax the air;
Cause we’re living in a country
Where the whites have all the cash
And we’ll tax them and we’ll kill them
And reduce them all to ash
Viva, ANC, viva!