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A country of dreams has burst its rainbow at all ragged seams

In a state of affairs illusion of fusion and widespread delusion

The constitution hallucinates as night settles scores of deceit

Bereavement takes its toll in anger and violence as writing on

Walls depicts no happy graffiti but soiled agonizing smears 

All colours unite one overflowing cess pit with blocked drains

Sewers and bowls wide open and evacuation smelly and rancid 


No sarcastic metaphor of a sick mind but a valid image of reality


Trash in the rivers that once hydrating spring of water’s salvation

E Coli jump and procreate happily as they devour its foul cargo

A sour reminder of that not only the rich need a crap and a place

Some wet used condoms of many but does one need sodden sheaths

To float an amalgam of tasteless poverty rage plunder pillage and rape

No one needs statistics just deviation and ‘mean’ values to salvage a truth


Beggars enlighten traffic lights with heavy souls and sunken eyes

And the only lonely benefit of social ‘convenience’ is death and demise

Petty criminals shredded and naked but for high salvo weapons take

A life for a car at the edge of redistribution with lives hollow and cheap


The rats and cock roaches are content as they carry sleazy smiles

But even insects and rodents portray human faces of dire contempt


Electric cables and high powered batteries are stolen as the battered

Carry on with their plight and thus mobile phones this incarnation

Of modernity and globalization fall silent on deaf ears of reason

Eskom cannot pay for the coal so it is sold to East European stations

While power corrupts and absolute power feeds networks of injustice


Nepotism reveals a picture book story of self- serving righteousness

With bureaucracy failing to grind even remnants of ignorant apathy

Seeds of a failed nation are rapidly turning into crooked vigorous crops

Politicians have taken over the asylum and shackle inmates of dread

And of cause and off course the fool’s ship sails from cliff face to abyss

Abominable for sure but nomen est omen and the name is dictatorship

Under the guise of democracy in which little fascists mix at our peril


What else is there but to resettle for one’s own sake leaving behind the

Fate of less privileged victims to suffer further perpetration and evil who

Will carry on until the last solemn prayer has faded and more crime prevails


Tim’s home is his castle and he wants to live his own dream with Kim

Make love and sleep quietly without barbed wire alarms and high walls

Leave doors unlocked and not fear for their safety not unhinged but tranquil

Mind their own business lie naked on beaches but protected by morale not 

Having to look over their shoulders while they smell salt passion and bliss


Now housed by a fountain overlooked by some hills with lavender and roses

They savour thorns and petals their sweet scents as they caress their fortune

Deal with scars and their scratches once contained and twice cherished

For them it is Spain no more inquisition no Franco just normality and ease


History has told a similar story so vividly and full of meaning so very often

Wars and uncivil battles have raged for eternity and have sent out reminders

Yet humans as the scum of a wretched earth have spread blood guts and gore

With hypocritical blasphemy in capital’s punishment into winds of the few


It takes two to make friends and only one croaky crow for pitiful sorrow and 

One sentient step alone or together to be build a future one step at the time



15th February 2019
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