J.P. Du Toit

Rookie (1988-03-09 / Johannesburg)

South Africa Isn'T Safe Tonight - Poem by J.P. Du Toit

The streets aren't safe tonight.
Thanks to ethinicities, from black to white.
All these South Africans just hiding,
behind high walls
or blue overalls.
We have potential we're never finding,
but always moaning
or always voting.
All I know is the streets aren't safe tonight.

The question isn't to be or not to be,
but rather looking what do you see?
No, the question today is what have you done?
In this country lying beautiful in the sun.

The houses aren't safe tonight.
Due to us all, from the blackest to the the most white.
All these South Africans never even trying,
but leaving for new nationalities
or leaving for new criminalities.
We are all special but never leading,
always excusing
or always confusing.
All I know is the homes aren't safe tonight.

The question isn't what can your country do for you,
but rather what dreams can you make come true?
Nah, the question is what can you do?
Live until you die and hope no one kills you?
The real question is is their anything you have done?
In our sad african country punctuated by the gun.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 12, 2010



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