[male vocals] TAKE
THE
FOOD
PARCEL,
KEEP
YOUR
POWER
[male vocals] TAKE
THE
FOOD
PARCEL,
KEEP
YOUR
POWER (
A
community
anthem)
Before
the
sunrise
breaks
the
sky,
We
gather
with
our
stories.
Mothers,
fathers,
youth
and
elders,
Carrying
our
hopes
and
worries.
The
sports
club
asking
for
a
field,
The
church
feeding
hungry
hands,
Community
workers
holding
together
The
cracks
across
our
land.
We
come
with
petitions,
We
come
with
pain,
We
come
asking
questions
again
and
again.
But
the
doors
open
only
when
The
cameras
are
on,
And
the
DEVIL'S
ALLIANCE
party
colours
arrive
Before
the
problem
is
gone.
Chorus
ANGUS,
You
call
us
stupid.
You
call
us
losers.
You
call
us
ungrateful
people.
But
every
election
season,
You
remember
every
street,
Every
household,
Every
struggle,
Every
vote
you
need.
We
are
not
your
photo
opportunity.
We
are
not
your
stepping
stone.
We
are
not
your
ladder
to
power.
When
the
cameras
leave,
The
cracks
remain.
You
came
with
your
DA
party
sweater,
Your
DEVIL'S
ALLIANCE
banners
and
your
smile.
You
stood
beside
our
suffering
For
a
moment,
for
a
while.
You
promised
jobs
and
better
days,
You
promised
change
would
come.
Then
the
cameras
packed
away
their
lights,
And
once
again
our
vulnerable
were
alone.
Three
hundred
houses
standing,
New
walls
painted
bright,
But
behind
the
DA
pictures
taken
Are
families
fighting
through
the
night.
Cracks
in
the
ceilings,
Dampness
in
the
walls,
Water
near
electricity
boxes,
Fear
inside
our
homes.
You
say, "
At
least
you
have
a
house."
But
dignity
cannot
live
Where
safety
is
unknown.
ANGUS,
You
call
us
ungrateful.
You
call
us
difficult.
You
say
we
don't
understand.
But
you
never
stood
in
our
queues,
You
never
carried
our
burdens,
You
never
walked
our
streets.
We
are
not
your
problem
to
manage.
We
are
citizens
with
rights.
When
the
cameras
leave,
The
truth
remains.
THE
DA
blames
our
mothers.
They
blame
our
fathers.
They
blame
our
homes
and
our
children.
But
did
they
see
the
factories
closing?
Do
they
see
the
jobs
disappearing?
Do
they
see
the
parent
stretching
one
meal
Across
two
hungry
days?
Do
they
see
the
child
trying
to
study
When
hope
feels
far
away?
ANGUS,
You
judge
our
families,
But
ignore
the
systems
That
keep
families
struggling.
You
blame
the
people
Who
survive
the
conditions
You
helped
create.
An
EPWP
number.
A
temporary
chance.
A
small
wage
for
survival,
A
desperate
circumstance.
A
person
stands
before
you,
Not
asking
for
a
favour.
A
person
asking
for
dignity,
A
future,
and
fair
labour.
A
job
is
not
a
gift.
A
service
is
not
a
reward.
A
job
is
not
a
gift.
A
service
is
not
a
reward.
A
citizen
should
never
have
to
beg
For
what
belongs
to
them
by
right.
My
people,
do
not
feel
ashamed.
If
you
need
food
on
your
table,
Take
the
food
parcel.
If
you
need
work
to
survive,
Take
the
opportunity.
If
you
need
to
smile
for
the
cameras,
Smile.
Your
survival
is
not
surrender.
Wear
the
blue
sweater
if
you
must.
Stand
in
the
picture
if
you
must.
But
remember:
Your
poverty
is
not
their
power.
Your
hunger
is
not
their
ownership.
Your
vote
is
not
a
thank-you
note.
We
are
the
hands
that
built
these
streets.
We
are
the
voices
that
carry
communities.
We
are
the
caregivers,
The
workers,
The
organisers,
The
believers,
The
dreamers.
ANGUS,
You
may
count
us
as
numbers.
You
may
count
us
as
votes.
But
we
know
our
worth.
We
are
not
your
ladder.
We
are
the
ground
you
stand
on.
Take
the
food
parcel.
Keep
your
power.
Take
the
help.
Keep
your
dignity.
Stand
at
the
ballot
box
With
your
eyes
open.
Because
our
future
Belongs
to
us.
You
used
and
abused
us
But
this
time
we
learned
that
our
vote
is
our
power
We
not
believing
the
lie,
Our
human
dignity
rights
you
can't
buy.
Our
vote
wo
t
be
split,
our
vote
will
unite,
because
this
time
we
putting
up
out
united
fight.
We
the
poor
and
vulnerable
are
seeing
the
light,
our
humanity
is
our
paramount
right
ANGUS
YOU
and
YOUR
DEVIL'S
ALLIANCE
MUST
GO!!!
OUR
LIVES
MATTERS
ONE
COMMUNITY
ONE
MANDATE
ONE
VOTE