An Apartheid Story
If you visit Cape Town
There's one thing you must do,
Take a trip up Table Mountain
And there admire the view.
You have to take the Cable Car,
Which will swing and sway
Right to the top where you can see
Lion's Head and Table Bay.
When we toured Table Mountain
We went up by bus,
We left from the Market Square
My Mum and three of us.
The conductor did the knuckle roll
When he gave us our ticket
And every time he passed us by
We asked him to repeat it.
But on the bus a policeman
Was clearly not amused,
He approached my mother
And let us know his views.
"You get off the bus right now!
Get off at the next stop.
Get off I have to talk to you."
Said the Yarpie Cop.
We stood by the roadside,
Way above CapeTown
Half way up the mountainside
He dressed my mother down.
We stood there dumbfounded-
Just astonished plaintiffs,
"It is against the law" he said.
"To fraternize with the natives."
It's not like that now in Cape Town
There's still one thing you must do,
Take a trip up Table Mountain
And there admire the view.
You have to take the Cable Car
Which will swing and sway
Right to the top where you can see
Lion's Head and Table Bay.
A poem that makes us laugh now. However, not so funny at the time. Actually, unbelievable.++10
I know it is unbelievable except for the act that it actually happened!
Really an interesting narrative piece, well articulated and elegantly brought in good diction, with clarity of thought and mind. A beautiful creation. Thanks for sharing Neil and do remain enriched.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great poem full of rhythm and shadows of the past. Thanks Adrian
Thank you Adrian, where is home for you now?