They said a two year old kid was stoned to death
and as his mama watched, they strangled her
so she couldnt have wept.
They made his papa throw the biggest stone to pay his debt
a debt he owed no one,a debt to death.
This is not a game of cards,this is not chess,
it is the perverse soul of men lost in webs,
it is the story of cold death greated with cheers,
and the nightmares of dreams or all that is left.

I heard a zulu king gave an order to murder,
to turn on neighbours cos they were not of the same mother,
and the eyes of foreigners was to them a toxic waste,
Behold!! An eclipse of bloods when stars align, a cosmic craze,
A troubling race;
thinking without us they can be better, such misplaced faith.
This is not a tune, this is not a song for slaves,
it is the interpretation of a lullaby that has send hundreds to graves,
it is the choke in my throat as i try to call out names
of Africans who have wronged Africans,
of Africans who have no brains.