A decree is made
to paralyse a nation
and to push nations into one tribe.
Heroic deeds are made void
and history is twisted
totally out of proportion
and the new culture
becomes the in thing
and being an Afrikaner is out.
Names are changed to strange
unknown things
while jobs are isolated
for the oppressed
and a fight
for survival rages on
and the future
for white persons fade away.
The syllabus changes at school
and the curriculum with it,
where fights break out
and children are stabbed with knifes
and bladed with swords
and the bush is loose
and in some
cannot be tamed.
Slowly but surely
every thing goes backwards
and inflation and the petrol price
goes as if
they are on steroids
but the government declares
that every thing is going well and better,
while very few believe that nonsense.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An innovative theme I enjoyed it Appreciate it if you could spare few seconds to read my ‘Smudge of Blood’ Your comments are valuable to me Thanking you in anticipation Rgds Nooruddeen