Secure in comfort while the masses drown in their own manure. The mouths of infants fed E.Coli-infested water dripping from the bloody proceeds of acid drainage deals signed in the name of the struggle.
Secure in comfort while protestors are shot dead for demanding decent wages, better roads and clean water. Same culprits different scandals my Nkandla my pride what a good story to tell. Secure in comfort while children walk ten kilometres to schools without textbooks in spite of millions spent on scholar transport.
Secure in comfort while my comrades protest a picture of a penis purported to be mine, but remain mum when our people are sold free T-shirts in exchange of votes that will keep us in power until Jesus returns.
Secure in comfort, let me take a swim in my fire pool while these fools beat their heads against the judiciary wall my spy tapes are safe. They should know that I was anointed to be secure in comfort, and therefore, I am not going anywhere because the impoverished majority love me. Yes, vote for me; your poster child, for a better life for all.
Yours, Tavern Preacher