madness took over certain streets in South Africa
black-skinned clad blacks got fed up with playing second fiddle
brothers and sisters from the diaspora were now pariah
in a frenzy of hatred, like fiends from Hades
they hacked, butchered, mutilated, maimed and wounded.
their assegais dripped red
the caked earth
a mirror of the economy, grew soggy with red.
but tell me
but how can you play second fiddle
when you are not even a first fiddle
Chaka would have puked in envy.
And the stars blinked in confusion.
mad men urged them on
and they raged on
black-skinned clad black bodies glittering with red sweat
while the whole world cried xenophobia!
we have now got a new word in our lexicon,
with so many
dissections, analysis, explanations, commentary and deciphering.
and on they raged;
Genghis Khan would have clapped at their ferocity.
And with xenophobia on all our lips,
we do nothing!
We are too busy chewing on the word into a smooth paste;
or else it chokes us in the swallowing
and we regurgitate apartheid.Copyright © Celestine Nudanu 23/04/15