How do they justify it?

HOW DO THEY JUSTIFY IT?
WRITTEN BY COLIN IMMELMAN

Since our ancestors set foot on Southern African soil,
They immediately started to sweat and toil.
Building, improving, farming, inventing and exploring.
All of this in spite of the droughts, the floods, the killing and the maiming.
They brought with them cuttings and slips to plant, seeds, in fertile soil to sow,
Knowledge to built wagons, schools, houses, factories and road.
With blood and sweat they paid for a land so fair,
Which they thought they’d better for their heir.
Now you look around you, you’ll see skyscrapers, airports, and highways,
Airplanes, television sets, cell phones, computers an’ rails.
Don’t you see, we have improved a barren, undeveloped piece of land,
Where there was no wheel, infra structure, technical invention or plan,
Developed it to a country that can provide for itself, proud and stout,
Only, now there seems to be a meaningless bout.
Train coaches are burned out of anger, or is it of pure vandalism, a token?
Busses are stoned and school windows are broken,
Tyres are burned in streets to vent their mood,
By those who, I am sure, don’t pay tax, but live and enjoy to loot.
Keep in mind my vandalizing, destroying, abusive friend,
In the end, those of us who work for an income, pay for your selfish trend.
What I don’t understand,
Is, what do you get out of it in the end?
Violence and vandalism has never solved a problem,
Only brings about poverty and mayhem.
So take it from me, eventually your children will draw the short end of the stick too,
When there is nothing to feed them, the farmers who now supplies the food,
At last, all dead and buried, the country barren and dry once more, no wheels that turn,
No busses to stone, no windows to break and no train coaches to burn.
Then I am sure you’d realize, but too late,
How selfish and wrong you’d been, hell, what a sorry state!