Who's Next Poem by Sheryl Deane

Who's Next?

She's blond and blossoming young
She's a black doctor and drives a car
She's someone's mother who works late shift
She's a four year old girl living next door
She's a grandma who has done her time
She's a matric student at school in the locker room
She's pregnant and walking down the street
Who is she?
She's next

The wind blows over a still red sea
The rain falls and the sun shines
The air is hot and it's biting cold
Anytime weather, it doesn't matter
No one hears her last step
No one hears her last breath
Brutally kicked out of her
A silent cry swamped with blood
Broken arms held above her face

Found
On a deserted beach, a ditch, a field or in a fridge
Who is she?
She's next

He's dirty and drunk
A drug addict out on bail
A boyfriend with inflated pride
A greedy white collar boss
A famous celebrity or a soccer coach
He's a man not a boy
He's done it before
But he didn't go to jail
He got let off

South Africa,
Who's next?