THEY ARE COMING

THEY ARE COMING

Gogo watches in fear
through a rent in the curtain
as the kids boil down the street -
a minute ago a terrified woman ran past
bleeding and dress torn
yelling THEY ARE COMING!

in an instant the streets were empty
not even a wind
only the yelling kids
cadres of national sovereignity
weilding dread
in upraised little fists
as that man on their t-shirts


pain cramps her stomach
she fears for her only son
she told him not to go -
and the day he went
he told her she will see

he is leading the toyi toyi towards her home
sweating faces set
teeth bared
feet pumping

GO WARRIORS GO!

GO WARRIORS GO!


As in colonial times
the country is still ruled by a few crooks up there
Whilst the common man
Like the fools they have willingly let themselves be reduced to
Vainly waits for the national soccer team
to win at least one international match
and re-elevate their flagging spirits

end

ALL OUR COWARDS

ALL OUR COWARDS

Tyranny still snarls
It's fangs are vicious comets
Yellow Green Bombers that stone at change
As what should be cowers in fear
In the bosoms of all our cowards

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POLITICAL WRITING

The only reason that can make a writer stay divorced from political writing is either allegiance to the ruling ruling party of the day, or plain old cowardice. One simply cannot choose 'light' themes when there are 'heavier' ones around - that would be insincerity to oneself and the artistic calling.


Chris

SEVENTH STREET ALCHEMY REVISITED

As brothers and sisters fail to replace torn underwear and socks, as they till the streets everday to work and back because of this despicable economic meltdown, what are we, as a politically suppressed people, doing about it?

Owenu
Chris

WRITING SERIOUSLY

A few years back, after I had been writing seriosuly for fifteen or so years, I had what I term as an awakening. All along I had been writing comical township bottle store anecdotes which seemed to amuse publishers and readers alike. Then, one day, when the home political situation got thuggish, I realised that all the independent press had been muzzled - so who was going to let the world know?

The artist of course!

Chris