When will this government stand-up for what’s right?
When will this government stand-up for what’s right?
When will the eyes of these representatives’ open and see?
What must happen before they start to care?
My African brothers killed for warmth.
Houses burnt for politics.
Beaten by the Police,
Government officials spewing racial propaganda,
My African sisters raped in body, mind and soul.
Why do the elected leaders suddenly turn a blind eye?
They only want to know us and help us when they need our votes?
Only care when it gets their face in the news.
Sinister eyes, the evil criminal.
The elected face of the people?
Or the corrupt official?
Those who vote these men into power,
have no right to complain, because
they stand with blood on their hands,
JUST LIKE the corrupt officials who where handed the power.
Teary future of those not wanted,
shunned to the side.
Sad and alone, my heart can only go out to them,
Can not be seen helping
or a victim I will become.
Politicians that should be co-accused,
for they incited the masses to commit such crimes.
Fist in the air, AMAN-DLA, AMAN-DLA,
Calling for the unrest,
Calling for revolt,
Calling for uprising,
Calling on supporters to force our African brothers out,
Calling for the blood of the innocent refugees
Spilled blood, will have its revenge.
For the dead will return.
As they have done before,
The ancestors will hold the responsible, responsible
In this life or the next,
Your children will pay for your actions.
To: The African National Corrupters
The good people of this country want you to go,
The People of this Africa want peace,
You will see the flames of your own creation,
not even time is on your side.
The flames will turn on you and you will burn.
I Hear My Country Weep
Every night while I try to sleep,
I hear in the echo’s my “country weep”.
A father, a son
A brother shot in the back,
Because he is getting his car ‘hi jacked’.
A mother, a daughter
A sister in an emotional state,
Coming to terms, “of just being raped’’.
A cost of a life is a price of a cell phone,
Laying lifeless in blood “all alone”
An innocent child by the hand being led,
Lies sprawled out motionless “now dead”.
And in the wailing of a restless night,
Another life snuffed comes to light.
While my government peacefully sleeps,
I hear as my country silently weeps
detoured
she cries my father molseted me
so she falls from her family tree
disowned forgets al she could have been
wasted time saing thast who i used to be
intombi yoh-mathanzima
tired amagxanzima
her mather knows she failed to raise her or rather raised to fail her
she is seed of the street from bafae dining to pavement ploughing
from that day her father did the breath in and breath out on top of her
she was 16 then, 6 yeasr later 22 shes still sickfrom that mans trasspassing handshis red eyes, harry belly
she could have been a halle barry of our time!
Survival in Suburban South Africa
Privileged South Africans, saddening for you and me
privy, I am to daily stats,
so I state this unequivocally, with moral authority
under a constitution, hands tied behind our backs.
The city centre booms economy through traffic lights
while a spark plugged pedestrian side smasher grabs,
and thieves armed with excess rights
in suburban style, snatch more front seat handbags.
Tax payers pushing hard to keep at work
while released convicted housebreakers,
in our streets continuously, hourly, fearlessly lurk
among the smiling security company, money makers.
Heads left and right, eyes wide, the long way home,
Mothers and scholars reduced to nervous driveway arrival,
we look around, through electric gates to twilight burglar zone
we have to learn observation skills, street survival!
Licence payers at home watching TV
Armed evil bashes down, drives through the front gate,
unheard of before, enter your first “house robbery!”
Pick up the pieces, of your sanity and for the police, you wait.
Rate payers at home the (potential) dead of night sleeping,
awoken by a stolen four by four to smash down the Trelli door
or a creeping through the flimsy ceiling
another statistic, if by luck, or just another housebreaking.
VAT payers feed tills in stunning malls, shopping;
Crime wave rolls in six organised crime, primed armed men,
another newsworthy weakened, mirrored, daily armed robbery
Fear ripped rainbow citizens, under Africa’s AK’s again!
Our hands tied by harder laws, fellow Africans, our best defence
is the power of technology, communication and observation,
from sunrise continuously, until the next day’s commence
to the sunset of survival under liberal constitution.
25 May 2007
Highway Nine
The tollgate stands abandoned
There’s a man on the run
Five people lay dead
Blown away with a gun
In his haste with distaste
He even took out a nun
And the only slight comfort
Is the cold rising sun
In denial
On the radio on the TV on the news
Everywhere we go
We hear of stories already told
Of rapes, hijackings, robberies and murders,
Not escaping any all young and old
Our corrupt leaders are being brought to trial
Too soon released – what’s the message being passed?
Publicized in media campaigns
Are the stats and increasing crime rates
In denial is our President
Comfortable in his seclusion how will he see
This crime is affecting You and Me.