I cannot dance

I want to dance and dingolay
I want to prance and break away
But when I remember Daniel Guerra
I have to sit and ponder
Little Daniel lived with his grandmother
He was sent to the village parlour
From there he went missing
His body was later found in a river floating
Guerra was last seen getting into a silver coloured
car
How he met his death is still very unclear
I want to dance and dingolay
I want to prance and breakaway
But when I see the young gansters
I have to sit and ponder
This is such a burning shame
But, are we as mothers to be blamed
Or is the school system failing the children
Is it failing to inspire them
Or is it simply our jam and wine society
Where everything is a joke for everybody
I want to dance and dingolay
I want to prance and break away
But when I check the statistics on crime
I cannot dance at any time
Government and Opposition pass the blame
They seem to be playing a game
We have a new foreign Police Commisisioner
But still he does not have the answer
I want to dingolay and prance
But I just cannot dance.