There`s nothing idyllic about the contentious bone of land
Pitting us the natives with our fair-skinned compatriots,
Dimwitted pundits flamboyant in protruding bellies `re astonished
Beating about the bush hiding beneath their thumbs at loss.
The weasel`s Law is the impregnable fort which seeds this conflict
Borne of hollow origins i give the less about yet birthing this scourge,
The cunning puppet masters still relish the opulent life impertinent
To the rest of the social demographics conspicuously setting this fire.
Valiant monarchs and emperors skirmished direly smothering this cancer
Emanated with wobbling masts and eclectic language dismaying
The Khoikhoi`s thriving contently in gigantic hectares picturesque
Pure virgin grandeur unruffled bestowed with all the glory you can ponder.
Rueful onslaught on this brittle land debacle is a sure jeopardy
With ignominious aftermath devoid off any fruition nor efficacy.
