Tags
Apartheid, Apathy, blacks, Hatred, racism, South Africa, xenophobia
Madness
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
Coldness seeps into my core. Melting glacier. It flows through my veins numbing me. When love grows cold, it is like dying fire, flickering off and on its throes. The embers are useless; only in the death of it can it be useful. In an urn.
Now, I welcome the iceberg as my dreams evaporate; the emasculated skeletal frame of a relationship decorating my heart. And all because you exhausted your masculinity elsewhere.
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