Fear Poem by Pheko Motaung

You wake up and the fear
That brings your slippers comes
To haunt you in your coffee
Wait and see
The same morning fears will
Wait for you in your shroud of death
But let's stick to the fear
Inspiring frightening fears of the now
Lest we be accused of speculating
About the unfounded fears of things we fear
In our scarred over fertile imaginations
For one thing you go to work and the hours
Bring you into contact with the condemnation
Of the non appreciation of your talents
And you are afraid of the directors and the
Managers down to the lowly cleaner who
Encourages everybody to gang up against
You and frighten you to death and that makes
Him happy for you're the scape goat of everybody's
Frustrated overt ambitions
You go home and your knock on the door
Is the fear inspired one that is not inspiring
To your kids who are afraid of you because
You are afraid to protect them and they are
Scarred of mummy and her boyfriend who scares
Them when they beat you up to a pulp
You go to your house of prayer hoping for salvation
And at the door you meet damnation in the form
Of Evil writing your names in fearful awe inspiring
Satanic letters and you decide to act like a good
Patriotic citizens and you blow the whistle
And your neighbors the nationalists come to
Fight and protect the republic but soon your soaring
Hopes give in to despair and the fear grips
Your soul when you see that these people are
Afraid of the corruption in government and you
Yourself caves in when you realize too much power is
Wielded by the dangerous well ensconced few