Juxtapose

Johannesburg its dirty slums, shacks where open sewers run
Put on the pot, dance around the fires skirt
Folk songs, beating feet upon the dirt
Heat of June the spirit of Mandella and promises undone

Pass the jar of bootleg hooch, a measure, test the proof
A circumstance that millions to endure
While zuma had little hope to offer
corruption rife fills Swiss bank coffers

The ship of hope in freedoms shambles
 The state handcuff and the manacle the freed
To the jetty it it still tied and shackled
A javelin spear pierced the springboks leaps
 
No jovial outcome, bring me now the witchdoctors bones
You may think I joke, the voodoo doll to stick with pins
For power corrupts so absolute
 When it comes from the poorest roots

 Jealous rage, the blood and warpaint
Rise as one and justify no restraint
Chant with just one voice
Judge and march for freedoms hardest choice