KASITANIC Let us drown the township. The township must sink. It must be eternally condemned to the abyss of time. A bottomless pit must become its new habitat The township has no place in our psyche It is just a manifestation of failed racist laws, which were perpetrated by a regime which succumbed to a natural death This place shall be no more My quest is not to disperse its inhabitants to a far far pilgrim Á la Joan of Arch My gripe with is with the psychological quagmire in which the township drowns Deep inside squalor; hopelessness, death, disease and apathy it lies This township must be left a barren wasteland It’s through our minds only, where we can exorcise this inferiority complex Otherwise the township will sink us further For love and unity are our anchors The township Our home Our natural habitat Where my umbilical chord fell off With praise we sing h...