Cyberhacking Blues Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

I saw tears in the eyes of the youth
who were crying 'Not My President, '
which made me say if we will live to
tell the story, we might as well as
begin with clearing our throats
of these cyber hacking blues
that choke us into a silence strange.
For who knew that a mouse would
one day ruin a country, let alone rule
in a way that has us by our longtails?

This little thing once made with the top a a roll on
top is now rolling over us in ways worse than a bulldozer.
Once I lived in a world where we could set traps in the real world.
These virtual squeak so digital, so powerful, left shoppers
shivering in fear of hacks that can leave a household hungry.

Fat cats that we are, to think someone should
have told us of the aliens that
dominate the cyber world.
Our claws would have held down the mouse harder
instead of giving it the softest touch
that has us glued to screens
that work against us in times of war.

This hacking has the hard swing of
a knower of the gold swing that lands
every golf ball right on the bald spot
in a world that leaves humanity staring at
the shiny spot, bleeding so that everybody
can see we have lost a big fight. The day
we win hair will grow back not just like
human keratin, but with the sharp edge
of porcupine quills. A weapon is no weapon
when it can get into the enemy's court
and shoot it's master. Thy say we hate
surprises when the gavel is
in the hands of the judge
whose verdict cannot be appealed.

Yes, when the color has changed to cyber blue,
the game changes for it is a world too far ahead
of the human hand, because it does not change color.
It committed to truth, and needed
The mouse to click on the plus sign,
only to learn that the word negative
is represented in red that is preceded by a minus.
So we remain empty handed, the bankrupts
that cannot regain their dignityeven with a bang
made by a gavel from the heavens.