J.P. Du Toit

Rookie (1988-03-09 / Johannesburg)

Subtly It - Poem by J.P. Du Toit

It is a subtle thing.
You would miss it blinking.
Not that it is known out loud,
it is just a lingering from ignorance and misfortune.
Not that it is said when the others are around,
it is more a blind immature anger at their nation.
It is a very subtle thing.
Blacks whitening and Blankes blackening.

It is a subtle thing.
When they look over their shoulders tightening.
Not that it desecrates fundamental human rights,
but it's more a constant drumming of your races' reaffirmation.
Not that it matters in light of electricity depraved lights,
but rather in the complete lack of real integration.
It is a silent subtle thing.
When a soul which has forgiven is still hurting.

It is a subtle thing.
As the fear of crime has your pulse quickening.
Not that you can discover it in what is said,
because it is only there in secret thoughts of a moments immersion.
Not that anyone forgets to honour the lives of the dead,
because it wants not sorry or more apologies for no reformation.
It is a terribly subtle thing.
As the new age has the exact same things happening.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 12, 2010

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