I will not bow down my head
When bigotry rears its ugly head
I will not clap hands for those who sing unity
but perpetuate a silly structural disunity
There is too much bootlicking and rhetoric
as if the rise of subjugation is right and meteoric
I will not feast on the feces of this beast anymore
Bambazonke -- you always have your way, more and more
Now, I have reached a boiling point and constipation
And fed up with this criminal domination and incarceration
Whatever lenses you look through these inequalities
The bitter truth is that the system thrives on these disparities