Newshounds and prophets name this place
SHALL-NEVER, rightly
Proclaiming that the unbridled
rebel-spawned energies of its vile youths
Will forever remain an indelible mark of an
undying revolt against change.
Be it at their custom insurrections about
exploded transformers and
Racist garbage dumps set closest to black
homesteads, the youth here
Always embrace braziers, mimicking
sacrificial lambs upon which
Nations are vindicated for altering souls
to slaves.
Kokosi - no better locale for socializing a
generation to constant negation of Climate Change with uninformed politicking
in cesspool beer-halls after dark.
Here, youth spits in shrunken face of
exploited migrant laborers, while craving Mineral wealth mined through radioactive
shafts tucked behind shrubby hills.
Brimming with dreams once deferred, these
youths are building squatter camps,
In wait with crosses made unwisely in times
swiftly passed like a dirty joke.
In this, my home, desperate scrambles for
municipal posts and plumbing stints
With benefits, has led to sorcerous feuds
between families and neighbors.
And the more foreign tongued you are,
closest to mob justice your morbidly Unfortunate personage is, while wails of
widows from far away lands still haunt 11 deep holes industrialized for profit
beneath a watchful eye of Danie Theron.
In this place of soap-opera drivel
re-enacted in dilapidated RDP houses, here
Bread and butter politics entail millennial
girls wishing for at least 3 children
To score enough social grants for retail
therapy and after-tears and Sangomas.
Out here, we find nestled between mine-dumps
and contaminated farms, a Generation rubbing sands of “farm-worker parent
syndromes” from their eyes.
A generation of loafers and gowns at noon;
young men roused by bus hooters
At midnight to flock towards the drudgery
of pounding steel on rock.
This cluster of horrid shacks and faded
houses, is but a township retarded
By pensioners vying for death, but thinking
of 7 motherless grandchildren and
Vagabond sons just five days returned from
prison stints.
A people of a somber reputations and
juvenile gangs wielding pangas at Grandfathers, where liquor bottles smashed
against clinic fences in celebratory Throes after botched soccer matches or
expensive electioneering campaigns.
