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One Day of Many

It was unusual and fateful to stop the car at the traffic light

Marten was such a nostalgic renegade and abided by the law

Hooting middle fingers and then what seemed like a hail storm

There had been no bad weather warning just business as usual

The automobile did not move an inch for bullets from both sides


	Another normal day in Johannesburg


The night closed in on the township in Alexandra South Africa

Small bands of youth roamed the streets for some ‘innocent’ fun

Distraction from unemployment and high on liquor and booze

Kholva did not comply and was gang raped tortured and set alight

Her parents waited in vain and found her brain-dead in the field


	Another victim of anger and ignorance


The locks and burglar bars were checked and the shutters were down

Kagiso readied her children for bed while Lerato prepared dinner

Their dogs started howling and tore at their strong chains in vain

Windows burst into one thousand pieces shattering peace and lives

One son survived with a knife in his torso and third degree burns


	Not only white owned farms are blazed to the ground


Bavishni worshipped her home shrine of Vishnu the preserver of life

Sandalwood incense frangipani petals and chanting bowl prayers

Diwali spread through the suburb and fireworks were very common

Yet when the shots ricocheted from the Goddesses’ intricate midriff

She knew that her own violation would follow and Nirvana would not


	She died painfully like so many others


Violence unimaginable crimes and humans only worth a few coins or a phone

I have left the Rainbow Nation for good in capitulation with a sad heart 

Some say I have given up dreaming but pragmatic wisdom saved me from hell

20th June 2019

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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