Under Constant Surveillance Poem by Margaret Alice

Boitumelo is a singer, she sings Silent Night in
Sepedi beautifully, her voice clear and strong,
every note perfectly formed, keeping within the
key perfectly, wish she could sing some more,
but she works in IT and must install a new PC
for our colleague

Her song interrupted by an electric bore preparing to
install cameras in our work area to catch all thieves at
it, we shall be under constant surveillance, presenting
our own big Brother Show, if sold to a TV company –
would our State Services Opera be broadcast as
we stage it here?

Boitumelo singing Sepedi, me singing Italian, Karen
complaining less noise; adding the conflict and trauma
of people getting on each other’s nerves, some working
wearing a ferocious frown, others eating and drinking loudly,
some playing the clown – I suspect it would be too boring
for words – unless Terry Pratchett
could write the script…