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Biltong and Bread

Konkas draw a blanket over the flats,
but our state live like over fed fat cats
Zuma had another great opinion,
now we must dream of a Rand reunion

People crying, life’s an uncertain fate,
but they are building another toll gate
Nkandla was built for his many wives
"Fire pool" just brings out our angry knives

All the voters wanted; a piece of bread!
Now even the family pet is dead
Zuma laughs and hands his dog some biltong
and sings another ushini kill song

We are done with this sick gravy train gang
The day has come for the biltong to hang


Konka : drum with holes for fire keeping warm makes smoke
flats: slang for cape flats…a area people stay
Rand: South African currency
Nkandla: Zuma’s estate “upgrade” used 270 million rand of taxpayer’s money
fire pool: what he called the swimming pool in upgrade scandal
Ushini: machine gun struggle song used to sweep up support
Biltong: luxury food similar to beef jerky..is hung to dry when made
Zuma : corrupt president of South Africa
#zumamustfall


original I wrote

Biltong en Brood

Konkas trek n kombers oor die vlaktes,
maar die staat luister nie meer na klagtes
Zuma het nou eers weer n opienie,
en nou hou ons vir die Rand ruinie

Ons het geen werk en tot ons honde vrek,
maar die staat beplan net nog n duur toll hek
Nkandla waar hy sy vroue huisves
maar dit bereik net vuur emmers moles

Die kiesers vra net n klien stukkie brood
maar hy se dis n leun die hongersnood!
Zuma lag en gee biltong vir sy hond 
Hy smeer botter om die kiesers se mond

Ons staan op en sal ons nie weer laat vang
Die dag het gekom, dat die biltong sal hang
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Form: Sonnet


n Winter Sondag in die Middag : A Winter’s Sunday Afternoon

[Poet’s Note : This is an Afrikaans Poem with its English Translation : Form : I don’t know : It could be classified as Metaphysical since it voices direct communion with Divine & visions. This form is not listed on this Site ]

N.P. van Wyk Louw : foremost Afrikaans Poet, Playwright & Scholar
Sara Baartman : the San woman exhibited as a freak in 19th century Europe, labelled & ridiculed as “Hottentot Venus”. Hottentot is regarded as a highly derogatory term in South Africa, similar to calling someone an Unbeliever. Her body was later returned to her birthplace for burial, with much unholy drama (these two personalities sometimes appear to self in dream or meditation state.)
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Sondag middag en die koue wind
     waai die wasgoed droeg
         Ouma slaap, Oupa kyk sokker 
yogurt en piesang vir poeding 
     N.P. van Wyk Louw en Sara Baartman
         kom kuier nie vandag nie 

Ek haal asem in
      ‘n yskoue see van Italia of Griekeland
          vloei oor my skewe bene 
“Waar drentel jy rond in die winter
     as ek hier van jou laggie dink
        terwyl my arms bewe?”

God se vir my
     “Ek  ALLEEN  is jou Liefde”
        in die stilte veg Hy vir Siel 
die yskoue see draai in ‘n oomblik 
    en weg skuil jy op ‘n klein boot
     Sy Son soen my lippies op ‘n 
     Winter Sondag in die middag 

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English Translation 

Sunday afternoon and a cold wind
                    dries washing
         Grandma sleeps, Grandpa watches soccer
yogurt and banana for pudding 
     N.P. van Wyk Louw and Sara Baartman 
         visits not today

I breathe an ice cold sea from Italy or Greece
              it flows over crooked legs
“Where do you wander in winter 
      as I think about your giggle 
        whilst my arms shiver ?”

God utters 
 “I  ALONE  am your Love.”
    in the silence He struggles for Soul
      the ice-cold sea swerves in a moment 
        away you skulk on a small boat
His Sun kisses my lips on a 
Winter’s Sunday afternoon
Form:

Dennebos

Daars n ster wat op ons glinster
Gly n druppel aan die venter
Kyk die sproeiers op die lande 
En voels is blomme van die hemel

Deur my dagboeke van goster blaai tor twintigste Desember
Lees dan tussen deur die lyne
Le nog stukkies van die tyding

Onthou jy nog die rede waarom jy moes weggaan
Waarom moes jy weggaan dan skuif n work daar voor die maan

Daars n Dennebos in Ceres waar ek wegkruip as dit seer is
As jy wandel deur die pyne
Wat was joune wat was myne

Ek was maar net n laaitie toe jy altyd weer moes weggaan
Teen die wolwe moes ek man staan
Ek probeer maar net verstaan

Daars n skoenlapper wat fluister
Ek verbeel my hy het kom luister
Die kokon wat jou so hinder
Jy verander in n vlinder

'n Hart Van Goud

Ek was gevra om ietsie oor Pa te sê
Maar waar begin ek nou
Wanneer daar eintlik net een ding is wat ek nou wil doen
Om steeds my arms om Pa te vou

Maar nou is Pa weg
Na ‘n plek waar Pa tog graag wou wees
Bo by Liewe Jesus
Maar bly steeds hier by ons in gees

‘n Man met ‘n hart van goud
Wie slegs goeie dinge oor mense kon sê
‘n Bonatuurlike liefde vir ons 
En wie slegs die beste vir sy kinders wou hê

Streng het ons grootgeword
Maar dit was oor Pa lief was vir ons
En alles wat ek as Pa se dogter wou hê
Was dat ek Pa se hart van trotsheid laat bons

Nou is ons Pa en Ma se maatjie weg
Ons belowe om mekaar te ondersteun
En aan die herinneringe te hou van ‘n besonderse man
Wat God slegs vir ons kon leen

‘n Man met ‘n Hart van goud 
Dit is hoe ek Pa altyd sal onthou 
En nou is dit tyd om totsiens te sê
Al wens ek, ek kon steeds my arms om Pa vou 

*Dear PoetrySoup Members. I apologise to those of you who does not understand Afrikaans, but this poem is dedicated to a dear friend of mine who is Afrikaans. She told me a little bit about her father who recently passed on and I decided to put it together in a poem for her. I hope you guys do not mind. TS poetry was an absolute gem and translated what I wrote in my poem in his comment below. Thank you TS Poetry*
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Form: Rhyme

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