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It is Armagideon time breddas and sistas.

The South African prisoners of war are slowly making their long journey back across the South African border. Dozens of displaced citizens and soldiers are trickling back to a smaller, defeated South Africa. A nation ravaged by war, gutted by a poor economy, and disgruntled by political corruption. What has become of our father's land?

Loss upon loss. These South Africans aren't coming back home, they are leaving it. They are leaving their homes in the KwaZulu-Natal, Eastern Cape, Northern Cape, and Western Cape.

All they ask is to come back to open arms. What they came back to was unemployment and poverty. We don't ask for weapons. Looking for a home is greedy and begging for healthcare is too pretentious. At least we could afford food. Jah people can no longer afford to eat.

In Indonesia, they gave us, their enemies, food, gifts, and clothes. They gave us high paying jobs such as 3.5 IDR (about 0.175 gold) in the gifts industry with absolutely no skill in gifts. In South Africa, if we are lucky enough to find a job, we are paid 1 ZAR (about 0.0102 gold) a day for something we should be payed 10 times that amount.

Companies are going bankrupt and underpaying employees because of cut profits. With cut profits, prices rise. With paychecks well below the poverty line, the people starve. With less employees or even ones in good health, there is less production and so on.

Inflation is over 12%. Whatever money we make today will be useless tomorrow. Who will devise a plan to reverse inflation?

We have ZAR sitting in the treasury picked out of the people's hands each day. Gold sitting instead of being invested in new jobs. Investors have come and gone ignored or shooed away by the government (past government).

We elect leaders for what reason? When will our poverty be relieved? We have no welfare, we have no unions, we have no worker's rights, we have no economic regulations, we have no economic plans, or any plans for the future.

The future of South Africa is a long hallway with doors shut and bolted each day.

Is this the land of Zion? The mighty Lion of Judah with ribs protruding and sullen eyes? The Exodus from a land ruled by imperialistic militant foreigners to a land absent of everything but the rotting carcass of a vulture?

One Love.