Our own backyard is falling without knowledge or despair the water level’s rising our days – beyond repair Sensual our wisdom – no rationale – there is no need one sees a changed reflection as the afternoon recedes It’s like we sleep as change is made and we say; just go ahead we sit still … Continue reading Rome is burning
In bright sky the stormclouds gather thunderheads will form a cluster Like a strong wind ‘gainst the window pane - like a winter gale’s bluster The mouth – it turned its lips – they cursed - soon to replicate the story That wallowed in its turgid sin free of hallowed glory Until one day - … Continue reading Without a kingdom
I was but a boy when I first learnt to read Walt Whitman’s Leaves of Grass was but a dream I was just a lad when the pages tuned in me and meaning became the precipice of being I was my Father’s son when I first reached the sand and words of pragmatism could be … Continue reading The chosen word
At the ballot box I searched for choice So I could raise My silent voice I looked around It wasn’t heard Not a sound - Not a word They came within To cast their spell My story lost - I couldn’t tell For what I had Was hidden gold A dream to be - A … Continue reading Catching fire
Choices many – how to pick A road with fork that sparks a need Our sensibilities doth grow And make a flower from a seed Wisdom sheds the flower to solve Truth will shed a wrong To delineate an absolute And ruminate too long Who decides how long is long enough And who … Continue reading Choices
Surreptitiously hang overhead From one - the lesser portion Like when the thunder breaks the cloud Delivering distortion Distortion stays – extracts the fray The lesser light is shining Deflect away as if to say Your thoughts he will define them
Freedom stood upon the mountain top to view the rising sun That day he felt happy walking tall and straight The sun brought warmth to the travails of his fight A fight he’d surely ne’er for granted take Freedom looked down upon the villagers Within their village many roamed carefree But unlike Freedom they were unaware What they … Continue reading Freedom II
Black, white or brindle - oh, what do I care All living together - we breathe the same air Now old men with money raise protests with cunning What of the outcome? Down the barrel we stare Down the barrel we stare yet cannot see a thing Except for the throng - danger in story … Continue reading down the barrel
Militants have a mindset they follow There is one truth – opinion is hollow Newspeak* is the way Free thought so passé In their own limited language they wallow *In George Orwell's dystopian novel Nineteen Eighty-Four Newspeak was the fictional language used by the ruling party to limit freedom of thought. It is now recognised … Continue reading Limerick XXI
Colour – it’s time to reflect On what defines us and the goals that we set Apartheid once ruled ‘Baasskap’* was the tool We are better, much better, than that *'Baasskap' was the Afrikaans term used to describe white supremacy in South Africa during Apartheid rule.
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