You were once an innocent fruit of love
The tainted world turned you into a fruit of rivalry and rage
Oh how quickly bent out of shape you got; considering your age
We busy telling you to rest in peace
As though you died in one piece
How could there be rest in the graveyard
When murderers still strutter with boastful grins of a blowhard
when your family is crying a far cry of justice
Being oblivious of the tragic truth that when all the people come before their faces claiming "jammer oor jou verlies"
Just a portion of the population under tents with black outfits is unfeigned
The rest are just counterfeit
They cannot wait for the next victim
For blood is their wine of victory
Yet we continue to say RIP.