It is hard to fight injustice when your stomach is full
The dignified, warm boep supported on my ample thighs
Gout does not do well with the effort that righteous indignation demands
That road to Pretoria is too long today and my heart will not take the strain
My Merc will do quite well; it conforms to all the handbook says
I cannot come out to the streets in this heat, my poor bald head
The toyi-toyi will crack my Florsheim Barkers, and what of the pushing crowds
God knows what they will do to my iPhone; long-fingered these poor, can’t trust them
Water cannons make bad comrades you see when mixed with my Armani suits
A leaner man should do the job, light-footed, hungry and keen
Like I used to be when there was a need, and starvation called
Tell them to go run and harry the foe and not let it rest
Hold it down until I come to stand on the podium to address the crowd
I will boldly declare how we bravely fought this fight
Then denounce the tjatjacity of the combombulences that distract
the vanguard of the poorest of the poor of our land
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Kommentaar
Myns insiens is hierdie 'n baie nodig gedig en vereenselwig ek my intens daarmee. Dit is goed geskryf en baie direk sonder beeldspraak wat alewig tussen leser en gedig indruk.