KASITANIC

KASITANIC 

Let us drown the township. 
The township must sink. 
It must be eternally condemned to the abyss of time. 
A bottomless pit must become its new habitat 
The township has no place in our psyche 
It is just a manifestation of failed racist laws, 
which were perpetrated by a regime which succumbed to a natural death 
This place shall be no more 
My quest is not to disperse its inhabitants to a far far pilgrim 
Á la Joan of Arch 
My gripe with is with the psychological quagmire in which the township drowns 
Deep inside squalor; hopelessness, death, disease and apathy it lies 
This township must be left a barren wasteland 
It’s through our minds only, where we can exorcise this inferiority complex 
Otherwise the township will sink us further 
For love and unity are our anchors 
The township 
Our home 
Our natural habitat 
Where my umbilical chord fell off 
With praise we sing her, the most beautiful n yet grotesque vessel 
In a sea of love, hate, jealousy and envy 
Lurks the above four horsemen 
The township sways to the direction of their wind 
The monsoon of our time 
Four room houses, mansions and shacks drown within 
The whole populace of these communities is eternally engulfed in the fire of the township’s embers 
I the sun of a sailor 
Grow anorexic at the conspicuous absence of any catch 
Or should I catch a taxi 
And save myself from this shore 
More BEE pirates lurk at the end of the rainbow nation for a four legged pot of golden pap 
We eat our last ration in the township 
We take only 
Nothing gives 
My audacity is now sitting at the brink of its moor 
The township must sink 
The ultimate monumental death of apartheid 

Bongani Masombuka ©2009 

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