Spare a thought for the worse off the have nots
Matter of fact spare more if you have cash got
Spare a thought for the rich and privileged eking a shielded existence
With thick steel fences and steeped in expenses
Spare a thought for the young and innocent dumb and ignorant
Drinking and puffing ganja and cigarettes not listening
Spare a thought for the old and wise almost dying
And knowing it inside they dare not close their eyes
Spare a thought for the starving artist
And while you’re at it share your quart with a departed martyr
Spare a thought for the broke alcoholic forced to share a quart
With a bloke that’s a long-forgotten corpse
Spare a thought for the long-forgotten cause of a former lord of war
Official who didn’t struggle to be poor
Spare a thought not just for the poor and hungry
But for all and sundry in the whole country what you call mzansi
When the forces retreat the last shall be first
Spare a thought for the meek for they shall inherit the earth
Spare a thought for the unemployed youth
A politician promises lots of things but you can’t avoid the truth
Once a bantu always they front on you what’s the use
Fuck a constitution how about some food?
Spare a thought for the nine to fiver never saved a penny in his life
Style every cent is vital for survival
Spare a thought for BEE beneficiary barely breaking even
Business is recessionary with asians competing
Spare a thought for the unionised blue collar guys
Fuel of economy if they produced as well as they organise
Strike so many times it’s like a magazine pose
You’d fight the same if your fireplace was a paraffin stove
Spare a thought for white afrikaner farmer former army sergeant
Disarmed harmless no armour to guard against karma
Spare a thought for my darkie my ngamla my honey my mama
My buddy my father my colleague my brother
When the forces retreat the last shall be first
Spare a thought for the meek for they shall inherit the earth