willing captive

that infectious smile
those sensuous lips
those curvaceous hips
a willing captive
that is what i am

that gap between the teeth
that neat row
the sparkling white teeth
a willing captive
that is what i am

woman of angelic beauty
woman of mermaid beauty
under that hypnosis
the grinding coils of the python
a willing captive
that is what i am

dangerous side of truth

the wires then snapped
that was the language
blood surging into his brain
just like an automaton
that missile he propelled
it hit the bull's eye
the blood gushed out
disbelief took centre stage
the waves of anger remained

it was bound to happen
the thoughts gnawed his mind
like a family of sewer rats
the many men taking turns
endless trips into her bedroom
the knowledge gave him a back hander
sending him reeling into confusion
the feelings of deep resentment
sobering thoughts of reality

the dead boy had said it
telling him of his source of bread
of where the khaki uniform came from
telling him what he already knew
the source of his deep resentment
the wires instantly snapped
a few convulsions and it was over

they say the verdict is yours
the numerous trips into her bedroom
the rustling of notes and jingling of coins
the curiosity that led him to the key hole
the growing befuddled mind
those feelings of self pity
that knot of anger in the mind
sit in the high chair and judge

forestalling the greed

among them the visionaries
saw giant waves of greed
noble ideals in the trash can
under mounds of choking dust
submerged by the quicksand of corruption
like an abandoned nest
the fate of the leadership code
among them the visionaries
where are those visionaries today

talk

what is the root of this self censorship
the source of this deafening silence

i hear them shouting silently
the songs, poems, stories in whispers

a nation of intellectual dwarfs
bereft of lively self introspection lively debate

talk at the street corners and in pubs
talk on board commuter omnibuses

the present is here listening
posterity is waiting to hear you

high tables

keep your high tables
where no crumbs fall
where lazarus is banned
where the gruesome murders
are washed down with whisky
where the hungry and thirsty
salivate and never get a morsel

keep your high tables
where the concubines laugh
laughing at humourless tales
tales of your imagined heroic deeds
empty stories spun by spin doctors
keep your high tables
supported by clay legs of lies

AFRIKAN DRUM

the demonised drum
speaks to my soul
soothing my afrikan soul
sweetly caressing it

invoking those spirits
the restless spirits of my people
hot iron branded -pagan
those that dangled at noose ends

reverberations of the drum
spelling out my happiness
at times messages of strife
the demonised drum...