A LETTER TO ZUMA

Such will I label and name drop,
To all those African leaders and politicians,
Who realise not an inch,
That the land you till and tunnel,
Is yours and yours in right,
To use and abuse as you wish,
Not the company that brings the excavator and cash ,
Yours with the workers,
Who dig deep,
Sweating more than they would on land,
Just so you please the foreign company.

Now they are dead,
In the name of a foreign company,
Which their own Royal would not endorse,
Yet your own folk,
Wail, moan, gasp, dead, gone
Gone forever in the name of money,
Your own folk.

These are the same fingers that voted,
Same that wave when you sang,
“Mchina wami”
Ooh, you muted that one while ago,
…the dictates of the capitalist…
I wonder and ponder,
How different you are,
From the unknown Kunta Kinte ,
Who didn’t endure the lashes,
Accepting change of name and rhythm,
From Kinte to Campbell.

Shove the rainbow show up your ass,
None is going to be fooled,
None is going to admire a rainbow,
That stages a world class World Cup,
Yet spell Apartheid backwards,
Sick I say.

I am standing at the graveside,
Him that got the bullet in the head,
Infact got more than a few,
We bury him now,
Your face isn’t here,
Nor your remorse,
They all wish they could sing,
…..“Mchina wami…..”silently singing in tears
I sing walking away from the scene
ZUMA YOU HAVE BERTRAYED THE NATION