Digging
Me, alone with my thoughts in an office –
not a good idea: For a short while I dream
of being in a sacred space and my mind
becomes a cathedral
Then, I look at the lack-lustre document –
MONUC looks like someone in a monastery
PNUT looks just like sputnik going kaputnik
UNFPA sounds like umph said in pain
While colleagues are bristling in righteous
anger about Management telling a Minister
they refuse to serve him because officialdom
is trying to prove they are supreme
All is conflict about me, charcoal hearts burning
in anger, I go digging for diamonds and gold to
purge in the fires burning around me …
Looking At JICA, DFID And BiRD
My emotions are my very own Global
Positioning System; Abraham states
with great conviction
The universe is reflecting back to me
the essence of how I’m feeling about it,
oh dear, this means
I feel the universe is boring because
right now boredom is all I see, maybe
the solution will be
To run off and drink a cup of tea while
perusing “The Messiah-Code” by Adriaan
Snyman – at least
This sounds interesting - thus the
universe promises to start reflecting
colourful interest back at me
Once I’m free from boredom in my office,
I’m tired of looking at JICA, DFID and
BiRD – while not a single one
Of these abbreviations are singing
for me!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem