Another Native Dead

In the news tonight,
aircrafts plummet midflight
and on the ground, the streets turn red.
The commies come out
with their protest shirts and bloody riots.
A convict escapes.
A lost docket, a jar with no jelly and a pocketful of lies.
Someone’s elected then someone gets fired.
Retrenchments and henchmen, hoodlums and crooks.
A stabbing here and a loaded gun, then someone dies.
Another ad break.
A moment of silence.

Back at the back of a bar somewhere
front men find scapegoats and kick backs.
Hijackings and rapings, muggings and victims.
Handshakes seal fates, the sound of cut brakes.
One red robot, another drink for the road, then a drag race.
A line of coke, a dare and the walk back home turns into a procession.
A drunken statement, a bent cop and an open hand
a wink here, a nudge there and palm full of rands.
Another constructed testimony
and the gavel falls.
A moment of silence.

At the bottom of a bottle
a lit cigarette shrinks into a stompie
and a gun goes off.
Another Native Dead.
A scream calls the next of kin
the receiver falls and the reverend speaks of sin.
A hymn cuts off the wailing
mourners and a box descends.

Another Native Dead.
A moment of silence.

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Namaste