Truths Beyond Speaking

Bleeding and feeding on death and destruction,
The machine kicks into gear.
Moaning and groaning not under conscience,
But weight of arms and fear,
That oozes from our every pore,
And permeates our country dear.

Slinking and sliming the blackest of hearts,
Torment our cities and graves.
Unknown and unshow'n invisible assassins,
Devour our psyche's with waves,
Of angst and walls and razor wire,
Turning our homes into caves.

Wailing and flailing like a drowning animal,
Like terror to the slaughter beast.
Seeping and creeping congealed terror,
Served as the freedom feast,
For the AK-wielding whores and pimps,
With tentacles in the east.

Masturbating and debating are one and the same,
Stroking the ego and gun.
Spurting and squirting mass destruction,
Blood and semen for fun,
In the drive-past blood-bath taxis,
That rise with the waning sun.

Suicide and genocide on our sanitised screens,
Tends to distance the pain.
Of neurons and dumb blondes coursing through,
Our collective neurotic brain,
That douses our country's enthusiasm,
Like the errant African rain.

Elect and reflect on what has passed,
At last it's come and gone.
Toi-toi and "langarm" into the night,
To the liberation song,
That rattles in the place of guns,
And helps us to all belong.

  Personal angst evoked by random acts of violence & brutality in the lead-up to the elections:
  August 23, 26 & 27; September 14 & 23; October 27 & 31, 1993 and May 4, 1994
  Pretoria, South Africa.