Jesus Christ and Karl Marx

Jesus Christ and Karl Marx seek lost children in the City of Gold In shackled shack with weight of broken bricks on tin roofed promises she rest her head against the precious paraffin cooker empty and cold Five children to feed no milk in once beautiful breasts life sour and rancid abused and battered and her husband long gone in yesteryear’s crossfires ‘Tulinagwe’ is free from luxurious troubles plods on no fancy resides in her township a voyage no carrier of progress and a storm with no sail ‘Mawuli’ lives close liberated from hardship quite posh in his mansion a world away in marvellous marble box tree hedges protecting ascent He rose manicured hands roses lawns perfumed clothing no sweat while his gardener reaps thorns and oppression from inside walls’ dwelling Born free after the fall of Apartheid his stars and his God have sheltered adorned crowned zenith’s success a story from another page in the book ‘Mawuli’ lives resolute on ‘Tulinagwe’s shoulders brethren in union while her dreams have dissolved and yet my free flight of fancy calls resurrection For both in their names Christ shed his nails for Christ’s sake or for their blood so let us be reminded that revolution does never start at the top Has either read Shakespeare or for that matter the bible when ‘Tulinagwe’ has no privilege to read while 'Mawuli' browses his browser brokers his shares Two sides of a hopeful reminder that Marx still inhabits money and freedom and that the burden of change contains a message for all children of God 06th May 2017 written for ‘Fancy Free’-Contest