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Captive Land
America, captive land Manacled by a foreign power, Evil and with blood on its hand, Revelling each moment, each hour, In its foul plan which, like quick sand, Covers in its inverted tower All who disobey its command.
Land once free but now in chains Animated by a dark force Nurtured on greed, hate, who maintains Divine unction guides its course.
Oh! The folly of your leaders Full of pledges, yet deceivers.
Traitors, scoundrels, of lies weavers, Hypocrites, with consciences dead, Exposed when Truth raises its head.
But you consider yourself wise Relying on your might and size And think that what you read and hear In your Media is true and clear, Not considering for a moment What it feeds you is excrement; A mixture of half truths and lies Served by those with financial ties. How long will you sleep, O great land? Employ the Will you still have in hand Defend yourself and proudly stand.
Empangeni, September 2002
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