Friday, 25 January 2019
Monday, 29 October 2018
Die Naarheid
Baie keer
is ek
mismoedig.
Net kak
en sukkel
en
steel
en oorlog.
Ooral.
Dan luister ek
hier
naby
en ek verwonder vir
my
hoe klein
ons denke en
verstand.
Elkeen kyk net
hiervoor
hul eie voete,
koppe in die grond.
Ons kyk mekaar mis
en as ons sien
dan is dit uit
dieselfde lense
wat so klein is.
En ek sien nie vir
jou nie
omdat jy nie vir my
sien nie.
Wednesday, 6 June 2018
Popping wheelies in the mud
ME
I have issues
I don’t listen
I don’t learn
I don’t do
I don’t earn
Your respect
I am not
Pretty
Or easy
Neither please'y
Or jobby
Bit I am
A whole
A lot of things
That you are not
Things that are
Other manifestations
Of US
And US
ThIS US
Who are we or what
Lest we forget
Live yet again
With regret
I can’t
Pretend to be
Less than me
Yet again
In the hope
Of love.
Tuesday, 29 May 2018
we continue
as long as we
continue
to place identity
above humanity
as long as we
continue
to believe in
metaphor
and fake symbols
and everything
that we have been
told
as long as we
continue
to place identity
above humanity
Wednesday, 23 May 2018
a poem without a title
ek is
wat ek is
raak bewus
omskep jou lus
raak bewus
van die ding
‘n ding
wat ons almal bind
ongeag wat jy dink
‘n ding wat
bestaan
al gaan ons een vir
een dood
hierdie ding, die
MENSDOM
soveel nonsense
wat belangrik raak
wat ons belangrik
maak
almal toegesluit in
‘n huis
en die mure kraak
fondasies van haat
where is the place
for us to imagine
who and what we all
could become
would become
beyond MENSDOM
Thursday, 9 March 2017
Incommunicado
I
must accept
we
all have to accept
nothing
happened
no
lies were told
no
malicious intent
maybe
just a little
incommunicado
Sunday, 26 June 2016
(A poem with the title at the end)
we
are born into this
humbling
mortality
cruel
reality
bereaved
voices echo
hollow
too
soon you say
too
soon
but
death knows no time
and
dying is not
an
end
love
remains
untainted
and
untouched
by
the passing
and
the pain
we
remain
and
we remember
we
shed our tears
and
keep alive
the
glowing ember
alive
forever in cherished reverie
embrace
the memory
celebrate
the bravery
and
let us raise our voices
as
we elevate his spirit
TO
DYLAN!
Tuesday, 26 April 2016
DOM DOM
And so my brothers and sisters
We now gather to mourn the loss
Of a still-born fiction – freedom
Murdered by negotiation
And a complicit inaction
That has allowed the gruesome
To become another symptom
Of a much more deadly problem
Dom dom, dom dom
Dom dom gekom
We were sold the lie of freedom
We were told to die for freedom
Dom en mak geraak en gekraak
Ons staak in die naam van freedom
Dom dom, kak dom
Dom dom, freedom
Vir vier honderd jaar, afgedruk
Nog steeds ekonomies verdruk
Voorouers en kinders vermoor
Trane oorspoel die metafoor
Terwyl die warme bloed nog loop
Blus dit stadig die vuur van hoop
Koppe sak en hande gevou
Met ons oë styf toe gedruk
Dom dom, dom dom
Dom dom gekom
We were sold the lie of freedom
We were told to die for freedom
Dom en mak geraak en gekraak
Ons staak in die naam van freedom
Dom dom, kak dom
Dom dom, freedom
Buried in an unmarked grave
Just another time-card slave
Assaulted until we succumb
Our birthright returned – a slum
Is this all that we could become
Isolated, scared and numb
Our liberation discarded
Abandoned in the gutter
Dom dom, dom dom
Dom dom gekom
We were sold the lie of freedom
We were told to die for freedom
Dom en mak geraak en gekraak
Ons staak in die naam van freedom
Dom dom, kak dom
Dom dom, freedom
Ek is baie lankal mooi gatvol
Van al die valsheid en bedrog
Die leuens van ‘n witman se god
In ‘n ingevoerde bybel
Wat verlossing net belowe
In die dood en nie op aarde
Die lewe raak al hoe swaarder
Lewenstwis sonder genade
Dom dom, dom dom
Dom dom gekom
We were sold the lie of freedom
We were told to die for freedom
Dom en mak geraak en gekraak
Ons staak in die naam van freedom
Dom dom, kak dom
Dom dom, freedom.Monday, 21 September 2015
Tuesday, 7 July 2015
Tuesday, 26 May 2015
AFRICAN NOT
We all pay
For citizenship
Obeying the foreign hand
Borrowing time
Treading gingerly
Along the borders
Of a stolen land.
Drenched and dying
Depressed and dispossessed
Birthright discarded
After birth
Our blood
Is branded and sold
In a red can.
Life is death
Commonplace
Living a cliché
Timeless
Sometimes life
Is just death
But warmer.
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