Starvation is my name.
My friends call me Tlala-Fela*,
I survive in a Zozo*
On the outskirts of Klippies*.
I play amongst street kids
Our favourite game is nix-mapha*.
When knuckles knock
Against my door,
I skop* skotlolo* under matrase* of my house of hunger.
Born with-out in the belly of wounded dreams.
I only carry death in my heart.
My mission is to capitalize
On a system of booze and cheap drugs,
How I love
Poisoning young blood.
I hate beggars
They expose my true colours
I hunger to kill lemigokgo* before they are born
Rip their intestines like a ravaging beast
Whenever I need to feed.
Flash their cameras teeth in my face.
I am never ashamed
To strike a pose nude as truth
On a poverty stage.
Tlala-fela – only hunger
Zozo ñ tin-house
Klippies – Kliptown
nix-mapha – a game suggesting no sharing
skop – kick
skotlolo-an aluminium bowl used for eating
Boertjies-racist white people or Afrikaans speaking