Musings, from 30 Years Ago

I wrote this poem as a young South African in the early 80’s. It feels as applicable to the entire planet today.

MUSINGS

Shovelled in
Shovelled out
Like dirt – my
Memories cling
To a time
Before all this
Bitterness
Questions linger
Amidst the smoke
Of a conscience
Billowing
Dark against
The stark white
Nakedness
Of a soul
Lost in time

“Get a job, boy!”
Just something
To keep
You going
To keep
The hunger
Pains at bay
Whilst your brain
Strains
To grip
The reality
Of the system
That
Has already
Dug your grave
Amongst
The rocks
Of your race

Yet the pain
Marks remain
Alongside
The wrinkles
Of my smile
At the absolute
Futility
Of a comic
Creed
Whose justice
Sparks deep

My stomach
Grumbles
As the storm
Clouds roll
Over the country
I should call
Mine
Still – life
Goes on
For the privileged
Cringing lower
In the safety
Of their
Suburbs

Will
They
Swallow me
Into their
Fetid
System?

Be Sociable, Share!