O, macaroon covered with poor chicks' feathers
Go sit down and pride yourself in thievery
Like the slums your disgraceful flag shall fly
With your havoc to your name ever true
My father's house that once all tongue could tell
Has now become a house of thieves
So the rest of the world can see
The emblem of the tears of our people
Clan of mbokos, clan of bandits
With death and sadness in our store
Thine be disgrace, thine be great shame
And repudiation for evermore
