we stand in the shadow
of a colossus
well, not so much stand, as
scurry like rodents, everyone
now Boesman-and-Lena-ed
scratching an existence under the
impervious eye
of he who
straddles us, taxes us
to the poor limits of
our endurance
02 Sunday Oct 2016
Posted economic, Nightmare, Poem, poetry, political, Postcolonial, power, Shadow, Sleep, South African
inwe stand in the shadow
of a colossus
well, not so much stand, as
scurry like rodents, everyone
now Boesman-and-Lena-ed
scratching an existence under the
impervious eye
of he who
straddles us, taxes us
to the poor limits of
our endurance