This time,
You mistimed,
And went too far,
Why on them,
Why them,
Why not the Americans,
Or on them,
Why not the British,
Or on them,
Last time I said it,
And I fell victim to lambast,
You had destroyed Mozambique,
By your terrible storms,
The other time,
I said it again,
You are racist, xenophobic and full of favoritism,
And your stubborn supporters again did it,
Lambasted me badly,
You had brought to us your terrible xenophobia,
And today why Lord,
Why on the people of Haiti,
Why on poor Haiti.

America’s misguided little chihuahua,
Forcing innocent civilians to a war they never wanted to fight,
Humanity is mercilessly decimated,
With nowhere to run and indeed running to nowhere,
Hospitals, churches, mosques, schools and homes are ruthlessly bombarded,
And reduced to some useless rubble by tankers, missiles and rockets,
As the cowardice world watches frozen with horror and fear,
Who can challenge the greedy, selfish big brother dog that America is?

Gaza, an unliveable besieged home completely annihilated,
Civilians being gruesomely hacked with bionets like unwanted animals,
Children as young as newly borns being beheaded and heartlessly dismembered,
Human bodies ripped apart with body parts littering all over the rubble that is all over,
The whole environment smells heavily of blood and death,
Smoke, gunpowder and broken concrete dust.

The extensively wounded are numb and can cry no more,
As they anticipate the very obvious,
An unplanned and undesired meeting with their creator,
In a place overcrowded by the non-existence of medical supplies,
Where what used to be hospitals are now part of the dusty rubble,
The rubble under which hundreds of poor Palestinians lie buried.

For many Palestinians, life turned into being about survival,
Humanitarian catastrophe became the order of the day,
The demonised Israelites bandits using starvation as a weapon of war,
Cutting out all forms of communication with the rest of the world,
And also aid,
Civil order has collapsed and died a painful death.

Horrific and senseless genocide
Brutal and relentless aggression,
indiscriminate attacks and indiscriminate use of indiscriminate force
Starving innocent souls not only of water, food or medical supplies,
But also of peace.

The world will be judged for its silent approval of these war crimes,
History will judge us all,
History will judge bully, nondescript America,
History will judge demented, mentally derailed terrorist Benjamin Netanyahu
History will judge evil little minded Israel.
Bully America’s desperate, savagery and filthy *****,
Her time is on its way.

We fought wars,
Rough, ferocious and deadly deadly,
Genocides and Holocausts,
We killed, got killed and lived to tell the tale,
We still touched our mouths, noses and faces,
We sneezed, coughed and had high fevers,
We shook hands, hugged and kissed,
Yet we survived and lived to tell the tale at the tail-end.


Wars were fought throughout the world,
World wars and wars for supremacy,
Nuclear wars and cold wars,
Religious wars and wars against colonialism,
Tribal wars and civil wars,
Trade wars and industrial wars
Insurgencies and conventional wars,
Wars against Ebola and wars against the SARS virus,
Wars against slavery and apartheid; and wars against oppression,
Wars about us against them and them against those that are against them,
Some, really senseless wars.


We emotionless watched them fight their wars with arms folded,
As they emotionless watched us fight our wars with arms folded,
It is not our war, they felt,
It is not on our soil, we reckoned,
They are not our people, we believed,
Our economy will not be affected, they said,
After-all, we share no common Ancestry,
With pride, we developed a defensive “Them” and “Us” attitude,
Every nation for herself and only God for us all,
We never wanted to be part of others’ wars,
Neither did they want to be part of ours,
Depositing the spirit of Worldianship into acute non-existance.


Today, a horrendous and cataclysmic war has been declared against the world – them and us,
Ruthlessly savaging, ravaging and bulldozing the lugubrious world full of them and us, like a demented storm really gone mad,
A devastating and ruinous world war 3 with some shift of gear,
An atrocious insurgency against a common but deadly and hostile enermy,
A silent, ruthless and predatory bandit which intentions are catastrophically loud, heavily thudding and explosively explosive,
The wide world has been dolorously and traumatically held to ransom,
And ransom of the worst order and disorder,
Plunging the outrageous and despicable West and the rest of the cultured world on one side,
Fighting side by side in a war they never wanted to fight,
Not even side by side,
Desperately befriending my unspeakable enermy because he is the enermy of my enermy,
And the enermy of the enermy of the enermy who is my enermy,
Just imagine the symbiosis,
Just imagine.


Desperate and distressed children of the world have been unintentionally isolated and agonisingly violated,
Tightly curfew-ed and strictly quarantined against their will,
Some, with neither food nor means of survival,
All, converted into Inmates in their own homes and excuses for homes,
As the catastrophic war notoriously spreads like a ravaging bushfire on defenceless nations,
Taking with it innocent children of the subconscious and powerless world,
With some, falling dual victims of the calamitous virus and also the armies,
Little-minded combat and action-hungry armies that are supposed to be protecting them,
Siding with their own enermy and the enermy of their own people,
Shame on the children of the sorrowful soil,
Children of Kunta Kinte, Zwangendaba, Mzilikazi kaMashobana, and Chaminuka,
Children of Moshoeshoe, Kgabo, Kaguvi and Kazembe,
Children of Skwati, Sikhukhuni, Shaka and Shiriyadenga,
Children of Soshangana, Christopher Columbus, Jan Van Riebeck and Vasco Da Gama,
Shame.


A little child distantly cries elsewhere in Africa’s distant peripheries of domineering poverty,
She sickly cries her last cries for food and last cries ever,
A little bundle of a network of visible veins lying on a reed mat like a ragged rag doll,
A tiny, vulnerable innocent crossfire victim of the massive deadly disorderly war,
Last in a family of twelve, that never had food since the first day of the lockdown,
As father and mother sadly gaze at each other, tears are shed and shared in capitulation,
They cannot leave their landlocked tiny shack to go out to look for food,
Their poor offspring lackadaisically closes her tiny eyes for the last time,
Departing from the weird world in a war that was never hers to fight,
Not even her “church mice” parents,
She dies in painful hunger and of a painful hunger that was the grandchild of Corona’s making,
A child of the African dusty soil prematurely returning to the African dusty soil,
A crossfire victim of corvid19 of the Chinese ancestry,
An indiscriminate weponous weapon of mass destruction,
Shame.


Amidst all this, songs get sung phonetically in different languages and tunes,
By different nationalities of different nations and nationalisms,
Touching and emotional songs, embodying and incarnating just but one and the same theme,
Coronavirus, corvid 19, the heartless witch which is son to a heartless witch,
Where do we run or even crawl to for safety?
Where really, at this humanity’s tattered and shattered darkest hour,
Our hour no longer our hour,
We have fought worse wars with worst enermies than you,
More titanic, more ravaging, more calamitous, more faceless,
Albeit, we lived to tell the tale,
The fearless warrior children of the fearless warriors that we fearlessly are,
We do not fight to fight another day,
And we cannot just fold our cold arms as you recklessly scotch our lovely earth to oblivion,
Rapacious Corona, it is just a matter of time,
Just a matter of time,
Corvid 19 – obnoxious bandit father of an obnoxious bandit wizard,
Heartless dissident son of a heartless dissident witch,
The epitome of prolific disrespect, involuntary solitude and proliferated solicitude,
The personification of convulsive misery, spasmodic destruction, and multitudinous deaths,
What goes around, comes around,
Just a matter of time.

I had a dream,
In the realm of the dream, I dare to dream,
That one day people would stare at him,
And stare at him not for the wrong reasons,
But stare at him because he is trying to make a difference,
Stare at my son and only progeny,
As he is trying hard to be proud of who and what he really is,
A being who refuses his environment to shape him,
A brilliant young man who believes that disability is not inability,
A change agent who will not let peoples’ opinions be his reality,
A down-syndrome with a difference,
I dare to dream

With a high expectation,
I look for her face in the crowd,
With a high expectation,
I search for her face in my memories,
With a high expectation,
I listen for her voice from a distance,
With a high expectation,
I search for her voice in my mind,
But no matter the expectation,
And no matter the effort,
I can neither see her face,
Nor hear her voice,
In the deepest of pain I have to believe,
Never will I ever see her,
In the deepest of pain I have to believe,
Never will I ever hear her voice,
For gone she is forever.

Beknown or unbeknown,
Let it be known and beknown,
The love and greed for power,
Oceans of greed for power,
The quest for selfish self-importance,

The power-gluttonous yearn for power,
Like hungry birds yearn for ants,
They yearn for powerful power,
They get devoured by power,
Power of control and power of influence.

Let it be known and beknown
Power consumes them into consumables,
It blinds them into the blind,
It deafens them into the deaf,
It controls them into the controlled.

It influences them into the influenced,
It fools them into the foolish,
It absolutely corrupts them into the absolutely corrupted,
It erodes them into the eroded,
It enslaves them into slaves.


Let it be known,
Let it beknown,
Power attracts the worst and corrupts the best,
Only what you give power to will have power over you,
And in the end, power fails even the most powerful.

A walk in Africa,
Africa for Africans,
A walk down town Africa,
Meeting an African,
A troubled and unsettled African,
A troubled African in Africa,
Africa in Africa, An African Diaspora,
An African imprisoned,
At home and away,
A pure African,
From the Africa of poor Maputo,
A pure African,
From the Africa of poor Zimbabwe,
Ghana, Nigeria, Tanzania,
Somalia, Ethiopia, Congo,
A poor African,
From the pure Africa of elsewhere,
An un-free African in a free Africa,
Africa for Africans,
Africans yesterday,
Africans today,
And Africans tomorrow,
The Africa of Johannesburg.