by avile
Published on: Mar 30, 2005
Topic:
Type: Poetry

The slow pace of my life
breeds dissatisfaction
manifest in anger at the world
and its ills...
in slow motion
my adopted community
takes shallow breaths
of progress while the rest of the country
swirls in tornadoes of red tape,
stop the rape
of spiritual purity
in this new age
of man-made population control
and poverty's indifference
where walking stereotypes
show the reason for apartheid's success
undress the eloquent double-talk
and see stark reality
so me, you and them
can build on each other
confident in the strength of our foundations
rather than usurping the seat of GOD
to sit in judgement...
of people we don't know
sure of knowledge that's low
flow south africa flow
so the average joe
can live well
free of trivial worries and verbal-somatic ailments
carried by communications mediums
to all vulnerable to the new-age fever with no "abnormal" symptoms.
Hear the ringtones that signal the entrance...
of african intellect
which leads home the pinnacle of humanity
where man stops being a virus
once again maintaining the balance
YES, we are the cavalry for development
no longer willing to ignore misconceptions
about ourselves and our nature,
no longer willing to endure torture
or discard our dignity simply to maintain the peace
or receive some material distraction
thus in each other we seek to see...
africa's feflection, wisdom, serenity
and action no longer warring factions
for we've added all the fractions

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