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1.
when rancid racism strikes,
in cocooned fungal minds, narrow, superficially deep,
an insidious venom begins to seep,
into the consciousness of the chattering ones as they sleep.
2.
beliefs held so true, so deep,
stripped of feeling,
empty, hollow, feigned, designed, branded compassion,
feeds conceit in chests swollen with righteous passion.
3.
the racism once firmly entrenched,
enveloping all, a comforting shawl,
needs little to fester, to mutate,
into doctrines of superiority, bigotry, hate.
4.
are we guilty of succumbing to this virulent plague?
sipping martinis, shovelling more, always more onto heaving plates,
falling, slipping into inebriated moments, without care,
as the stench of hate, prejudice, racism,
floats in the evening air.
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Amandla!
The Struggles Continue … … …
the tears of olives …
trickling down shrapnelled flesh
tears fall
like
blood
on
bloodied
cheek
while in the sun
lifeless bodies
lie cold as stone
still
the tears of olives
flow
salty sentinels
of memory:
pain
suffering
occupation
hunger
the tears of olives
perennially streak
etching pathways of dust
between alleyways of desolation
hopelessly bleak
yet still
the slaughter continues
as more dead bodies
rot
reek