Phantom Of The White Glove Poem by Elna Nel

two proteas pincushion pie
one is dead and one is alive
one day one might understand
but could never really explain
how words could identify you whole
how proud loyal and upright fell
into the palm of the hand
of the man with the white glove
orange white and blue
the games people played with you
in the shameful ways of a country

two proteas pincushion pie
one has children and one has not
heroes of a grim reality
faithful to your own demise
they pinned you to the ground
for their deeds to be bound
trusted warriors twisted
in orange white and blue
the games people played with you
that's the blameful ways of a country