A service provider must
apologise for being alive
and worthy of payment:
“Sorry, nothing deposited
in my account. I know
they have problems,
but this is ridiculous! ”
I stare at the page, inable
to laugh at the absurd,
working for free for the
Government seems to
become the norm; through
sheer inefficiency - building
in countermeasures
to block corruption, nothing
gets done, no payments
effected, I’m the outsourcing
official – the feeling of
helplessness reducing me
to total apathy, I’m still
staring…
Tomorrow, I’ll stare again…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Baie, baie goed! EN SO WAAR! ! ! Mens lees jou moedeloosheid skoon van die bladsy af... dis hoe 'marching with pickets' begin, maar is daar 'n einde? Weereens 'n briljante weergawe van alles wat in daai kop van jou rondskarrel... (ek het die bubble koevert vir die klip gekoop :)