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
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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