a collection of poems written on the same subject

hear no evil, see no evil

cold and desolate at home
no fire in the hearth
just the chocking ashes
the demented parents
children fleeing from home
the very best of our minds
boosting and boosting your fortunes
blinding you to the crisis
the neighbour's house on fire
yours too may be to the ground razed
advocate of african renaissance
listen to the teachings of african philosophers

to an african renaissance advocate

no wonder they kicked you in the butt
then i had not understood your bungling
did not know of such shocking buffoonery
the vampire sucking our precious blood
building your economy on our suffering
draining our home of the future
the vibrancy of our youths sucked dry
the farms prosper on our cheap labour
nothing to show for the gold, diamonds,platinum
just broken backs, chapped hands and tb
our youths turned into food for the crocodiles
the insatiable limpopo swallows our future
in your dictionary or thesaurus this is no crisis
the poor man's hell is the rich man's heaven
the pages of history will reveal your villainy
your narrow mindedness will be plain to see
deep down into the trash can of history
that is where you firmly belong

absence of conscience

our people shall never forget
the baffling buffonery you exhibited
the hour demanded men and women of conscience
yet you wined and dined with the devil
blinded by your warped pan africanism
that condones black on black violence
condoning that to spite the west
that shocking shallowness of thought

our people shall never forget
your pipe smoking befuddled mind
the whisky fumes in your mind
the crazy word games you played
condemning the future of our nation
your name shall be synonymous with hypocrisy
you shall be a subject of ridicule
for you we shall forge a breast plate
'dim wit' shall read the inscription

dishonest broker

even among your people
forever your name will be soiled
stoutly refusing to stand by them
stubbornly refusing to help their kith and kin
those daily playing hide and seek
running away from daily deportations
a subject of debate you shall be
in the university lecture theatres
in the faculty corridors
in the bars, streets, everywhere
did you get a platinum mine
perhaps vast tracts of arable land
the manna like diamonds perhaps
like a sore thumb it shall stick out
the truth we shall soon know