Count your blood money ANC,
Count the plastic bags next to the road,
Count the dead children on the roads,
Count the potholes,
Count the shacks,
Count the millions of Zimbabweans, Nigerians and Somalians living in the city parks,
Count the unemployed,
Count the rhinos,
Count the empty bottles Jonny Walker in Luthuli House,
Count the number of learners passing matric,
Count the number of dead farmers,
Count the number of productive farms left,
Count the aids graves in South Africa,
Count the dead babies in Baragwanath Hospital,
Count the number of working sewerage plants,
Count the number of qualified municipal audits,
Count the 4million taxpayers,
Count the 16million grant receivers,
Count your bloody days ANC.
You won't count me.
Do you really believe this will make a difference? Make the best of your life. At the end of the day you are responsible in front of God and not man or government! What are you doing? This poem is good and I believe you try to make a difference, but this is not the way. It stirs just hatred and make a bad situation worse.
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