Lyrics

Hau! (Wow!) Listen to this story, my people.
Something’s fishy, something’s not right.
They’re talking, talking, all the time.
“We are the North, you are the South, wrong!”
Repeating, repeating, like a broken record.
Hawu! (Oh my!)

Verse 1
On the world stage, they stand tall,
Pointing fingers, making the call.
“South is wrong, South is weak,” they say,
Broadcasting lies every single day.
Their propaganda machine, so strong,
Twisting the truth, where do we belong?
They tell the world, with a straight face,
"West is not East, but we can embrace."
Yebo! (Yes!) They speak with forked tongue.

Chorus
Iyoh! (Oh!) Propaganda! (Propaganda!)
Spreading lies across the land. (Across the land!)
Beware, my brothers, beware, my sisters,
Wolves in sheep’s clothing, they’re amongst us.
Qaphela! (Be careful!) See them smile,
While they’re plotting, all the while.

Verse 2
They control the narrative, the news, the views,
Creating confusion, planting the blues.
Their echo chamber, loud and clear,
Drowning out the truth, fueling the fear.
They build their empire on deceit,
While we struggle, in the heat.
“Join us,” they whisper, “be one with us,”
But their unity is built on dust.
Hayi! (No!) We see through the disguise.

Chorus
Iyoh! (Oh!) Propaganda! (Propaganda!)
Spreading lies across the land. (Across the land!)
Beware, my brothers, beware, my sisters,
Wolves in sheep’s clothing, they’re amongst us.
Qaphela! (Be careful!) See them smile,
While they’re plotting, all the while.

Verse 3
They preach equality, but practice division,
Sowing seeds of discord, fueling the friction.
Their promises are empty, their motives unclear,
They want our resources, that’s what we fear.
But we are strong, we are resilient,
We will rise above, defiant and brilliant.
Asambe! (Let's go!) We will not be fooled.

Chorus
Iyoh! (Oh!) Propaganda! (Propaganda!)
Spreading lies across the land. (Across the land!)
Beware, my brothers, beware, my sisters,
Wolves in sheep’s clothing, they’re amongst us.
Qaphela! (Be careful!) See them smile,
While they’re plotting, all the while.

Outro
Hamba! (Go!) We see you!
We know your game!
Siyabonga! (Thank you - for the lesson!)
We will fight for truth!
(Instrumental fades out with a final drum beat and a call of "Qaphela!")