This song is about the power that people covet and desire. The way they manipulate things to suit their needs. They pretend to be your friends even close as a brother and in so doing they gain access and an upper hand. Their ulterior motives are masqueraded as love, service delivery, homage being paid to late veterans and so on.
This storyline became so real and tangible over the past weekend where we, as South Africans, were granted a last chance to register for elections. Politicians pulled out all the stops to make sure we know how busy they are creating better lives for all. Although violent protests and boycotts, due to lack of service delivery in various parts of country, were being exercised, it spoke volumes of the dire living conditions of many people who after 20 years of democracy still know no freedom.
I’m praying for a change in the political climate of our country, for our leaders, citizens, homes and just for all kinds of relationships.
This goes far beyond our country. This starts in our homes. This starts with self.
Though I say I am apolitical it doesn’t mean that I’m unconscious.
This song hit home, the silver lyrical lining encapsulates the dark cloud (of judgment)
Read the lyrics.