Left abandoned in a freedom dream
They clasp at barren land to pick pieces
From the rubble spewed by liberators
Swanking in their fancy cars and houses
Dining in their lavish suits late into the night
Hope squeezed so tight into thin line
To mark the edge of a sad despair
Left naked by exuberant utterance
Ideological claptrap vomited daily
From loud mouths of cunning fools
Legacy stolen or lost in potholed streets
In dusty byways, swarming together
In a stench of poverty and filth
Better life for all except for most
Entitled to better, entitlement costs
Character lost, ubuntu forsaken
It’s now and it’s me and it’s mine
Common good trampled under heavy ire
Until the street erupts in anger
And the night is lighted up by fire.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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