The man was a man
meanest mucker on hand
tough as any ex-south-african, can,
nastiest gangster from Durban.

Dodged his taxes by the million,
paid his workers less than the minimum,
Wonders why he had is gun on hand,
in bed with him.

Enjoyed firing his underlings,
useless lazy thieving uneducated scum,
they have no respect for the laws,
and he needs all those millions to pay
for the most expensive whores.

Has to rob the starving of their bread
to satisfy his own insatiable mores

The wizard that made this umlungu
had to be the craziest of all

Especially when he fired his own little bro
for being a bit overweight and lazy

So the poor little guy, got crazy,
and returned the favour
cos his wife was the tax-man
and before long his big bro was in court
facing the axe,,, man

So mr Man, takes one look at it
but cant see his own mistakes, the sad sad hypocrite

Then uses his millions to bribe and blackmail all,
(threaten and obfuscate) before fleeing across the sea
to a new land

our supremicist arrives as an all black
in new Zealand, the land of the long white cloud.

So next I'm dragged off to holiday
across the water, cos i'm married to his only child
his pretty young daughter
my wife and then, my lover

Just don't EVER EVER ask what became of her exotic dancing mother.

Soon the holiday masks fall away, and
before I can hesitate, my wife informs me
that we are now here, without question
to immigrate

With no job, no permit, and not much cash-flow for favour
I am invited to work for !ze Fuhrer!
as an illegal alien labourer

Now, with !mein fuhrer! as my boss instead working for myself
less than half my previous salary at twice the hours,
and then triple the living expenses

All seemed easier, actually than listening to my poor little wifes
feerful and fretful tirade

Never mind, I'm a professional financial software
programmer by trade.

Oh and before we're all taken for fools,
I'm informed my entire first months salary
is to pay for "my" tools!

Now all of this was so bedevilled and confusing
it almost seemed amusing, but!!

perhaps with my sly and foxy skills
as a honours degree psychologist,
i could convince him of the error of his ways
and not be such a poxy misyogynist.

For the essence of his need to be a dominating dick
is that he resents the lack of control he has
over his own
prick

Now I believe in re-incarnation,
telepathy, with an easy nature
and I even can believe in psychic levitation...

But believing you can change the spots on such a measly leopard
is the worst form of spiritual constipation.

Yet, working for ze fuhrer was not the worst job offer around,
not a bit
its honestly New Zealand tradition that immigrants actually
buy a job
to get their first New Zealand work permit.

In all the time we were there we got offerred illegal work left and right
more times than i could count,
what a cocked up institution, the only legal work available
is as someones bum-whore
as the faggot government just legalised prostitution.

But actually some of it was amusing....

that half a world away from Africa,
he now finally had the balls
to openly call everyone 'kaffir' out aloud
in including, his son-in-law, me, so black and blonde and proud.

All day every day, the hate speach burnt my ears
but I'd heard it all before, the self-created fears
bitter long-lost tears
less than human jeers

At first I thought I should just leave them all be
Am I not far better off, with his sort far away from me?
He's put people in hospital, with karate chops by the dozen
she many times suggested murder, i've heard her cry frozen

but you see, forgetting all this that would be cowardly
when the racist NZ government appropriated all land
originally owned in
Aotorea by the Maouri

I was there, and, with these blue eyes witnessed
white racist land theft
from a crying voicless minority
already twice bereft

And I cannot keep clear conscience, knowing
that his sort is out there, destroying love

I'm not sure who to trust,
because as you can see, the New Zealand government is as
racist as they get
care only for money
and have no regret

And he paid off the local justice here
to let him get away for decades,
then he paid his way under-handed way
to New Zealand,
rumour has it he skipped thru Swaziland.

Running with his guilded loot,
stamping everyone in front of him with his donnerse Jackboot!

And his own Father?
Who felt the lesser bro was wronged and took his side
as did his mother, and

so turned our man in jealous tide

So there was all sorts of skulduggery at both grandparents funerals
just a few months apart a short time later
as his parents slipped into the earth

i swear she screamed at me blue murder,
and she lost respect for me as man,
when i said, it was just true trauma
damn

So when the inherritance all went missing that was it
no-one dared question who stole it

thats holy money you know, some even say its haunted.

So i set the tax man on him, and I even told him when I did it
told it all to everyone, all the passport fakings,
cash smuggling,
they tried to get me to mug the Mandela metro of its takings
as I wrote the computer programs that operate the finance
of all the electricity in this fair city

i had to turn them all in, and even tho she is most likely
lost to me
i had to do it
because i live for honesty
and maybe
she will love again

freely without his domineering misery

her father is trying to divorce me from her now
and i said many wrong things to her too
so i know i am to blame, we all played our parts

but i had to do the right thing now for all their beating hearts
before it gets too late
and there is nothing left to share, not even hate
just lifeless flesh, without a glint of despair

chewed up by their own greed, consumed by the need to devour life
in a futile need for residency. All they want is a home.
To call there own.

It would still have been worse than this,
if my hand was not forced by
my promise to a long dead man,
to protect them all, when his soul
has departed from its earthly toil.

So because someone finally turned him in
to try and get him to repent his sin
the cycle of distrust, the lies and hate,
can disipate.

And those whose very lives were theft,
can move beyond purgatory
released by love,
love thrice bereft

Because,

if you let a man get away with lies, he will soon cheat,
and steal and finally kill to cover up his first small lie,

And then, if you let a man get away with murder
he will go mad
and that is some of the reason behind much family murder,
in this fair broken land.

There is an even deeper twist, to all this sin,
but for now, nuff said, before the devil takes all the conversation;
but just a hint, he had no bad words to say about M Jackson, and his
unforgiveable sin.

So in fact i am not a saviour to none, just a humble bard
for the toothless old lion finally
caught himself in a cage mad of his own dirty lyin

and

when love is dead
i am bolder

and when love is lie after lie,
the lie yet lingers,
lie on
lie on

i still have these eyes, these fingers,
and i still have a shoulder.