MY KNYSNA BREAKDOWN HEART When did I become a one-stop, a holiday breakdown flop? In my pipes, roots rip my heart Under tourists, my roads fall apart In the dark, humans are powerless and government always faultless Look closely at me and you’ll see that the hurting Knysna I am isn’t the town I used to be… isn’t the town I KNOW I CAN BE. (towards overcoming our infrastructure crisis) READ ‘KNYSNA’S FESTIVE SEASON OF FALLING APART’'Click here to read full article...'
A Winter’s parable on Worker’s Day observed, to remind us of those that work hard but don’t earn enough… those who want to work but sit unemployed…. and especially those who try father and mother shivering children who don’t have school shoes and are screaming hungry inside… this is for those struggling in a South Africa, a Rainbow Nation to the politically greedy and corporate thieving… HUNGER For six days, i left the world around me and entered a desert devoid of life On the second day, the Devil paid me a visit Giggling, he tortured me but soon tired … ‘Click here to read full article…’
South Africa’s version of the song ‘American Pie’, to be imagined in the voice of David Kramer… South African Pie Goodbye, South African pie drove my Volksie to the tollbooth ’til my pockets were dry Thought next time i’d catch a plane in the sky This will be the day that i cry This will be the day that i cry Goodbye, South African pie, my DA politician said, “I promise” but that was a lie, housing faraway so the poor must die This will be the month that i cry This will be the month that i cry Goodbye … ‘Click here to read full article…’
Middle and upper class South Africa is more likely to be concerned about the loss of a Springbok or Bafana Bafana game than the degradation of our lives. Nationalism is more than sport or propaganda peace missions in central Africa. Nationalism doesn’t belong to the blind! Nationalism belongs to those with eyes and hearts wide open. Nationalists don’t criticize without dedicating themselves to action. Tim Pepper, a USA musician i knew from the years he spent in Durban, wrote this poem. You could take it as a warning but much better to take it as advice: LITTLE WHITE CROSSES Cover … ‘Click here to read full article…’
THE BOOGEY MAN It’s night and the lights are out Teddy Bear, pleeasse hold my hand Hide beneath the covers SSSH – don’t make a noise Be very still We mustn’t let the Boogey Man know that we’re here or he’ll come and touch me in a horrible way Teddy Bear, you’re my bestest friend Did I do something wrong? Oh! Oh! He’s back and it smells like he’s been naughty He’s stolen Daddy’s aftershave again. PS: Originally, Teddy Bear was ‘Raggedy Anne’, a stuffed toy metaphor of the little girl. But with bears having become synonymous with child abuse … ‘Click here to read full article…’