Kill the Boer, kill the farmer A song sung in a stadium by thousands Reverberating a chorus of spine-chilling fear A call to incite hatred and violence Tomorrow, we mourn - another farmer
Umshini wami (my machine gun) Paralysing fear runs through your soul To wipe out the Boer and the farmer A call to genocide, they cajole Rat-a-tat, see how they run
There is no defence against this genocide You must die, self-defence is a crime Hundreds and thousands of crosses, erected For the innocent these numbers climb The Boer and Farmer suffer the death tide.
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