Azania's Plight Poem by Makhosonke Dhlamini

It's beyond metaphor, nor smile in oxymoron,
And lies in the hands of irony.
Only fragments in ink can define the monotony
Of politics punctuated by propaganda.

Needs beautification by speech in parliament,
Mocked by silence in the streets of Kliptown.
Revolutions delayed by curriculum in class,
Looted resources, from plants in gardens and porches
In Santon and the heart of Africa.

Building gutters that can swallow the tears of poverty
From ghettos where politicians campaign,
And democracy hollows out freedom.

It's beyond metaphor, nor smile in oxymoron,
And lies in the hands of  Azania.


Makhosonke Dhlamini