He lost his parents
In communal riots
But he forgot it!
Acquired was his fertile tract
For a paltry amount
But he forgot it
He has to fast many a night
Unable to meet rising costs
But he forgot it
Shattered were hold-fasts
Of many a proletariat
But they all forgot
Nothing to surprise at all
It is easy in this democratic State
To keep people in a hypnotic state
Today they each got
A hundred rupee note
And a couple of
Arrack packets
Tomorrow is an auspicious date
They are going to cast
Their precious votes
I love it, you have told the truth, a lot of terms which I need to learn. Good write, I wish you write more......Good job well done!
forgiveness is the first step to healing.... yes, one day i too will forget and Africa will forget
in order to forget you need to accept first, that is what people should learn because you cannot change the past, it is history now however you can lean from your past.......nice work
no matter how hard one will try it's imposible to forget what was done in the past, like a picture it stays on the screen of your eyes forever...and yes like ' Sir Kholekile ' said you can learn from the past.....great work
Your penchant for loading poetry with meaning and tropes is manifest here. More grace, Sir.
This is a wonderfully executed political piece, man! The repetition of the forgotten elements of repression, the willingness of the beaten to adore the one dishing out the abuse worked well. Like a battered wife, excuses and denials abound because the mind is forced to splinter the truth in order to survive. To finish with the irony of voting was a nice touch, as if two handpicked elite candidates are going to make a difference! The illusion of democracy is often enough to make the flag-wavers froth at the mouth with patriotic fervor. I enjoyed this a great deal!
corruption begets more corruption which we tend to forget for some paltry benefit we can see an touch. PRomises are poor currency
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You said the truth! ! Good poem. Good thinking. Write more and more.