True South Africa with feeble drug-addicts.
Swift, quiet and easy,
A crook steals our belongings at night,
Trauma embedded in the community,
Aren't the local police sleazy?
With societal progress uneasy,
The motive was drugs that turned the user queasy.
An item stolen and sold to the local drug dealers for quick money,
Monkeys behave more civilized; what a beautiful species.
They vote for the same government, covered in dirt, and looking all greasy,
Swish! How could their brains be so peasy?
Incoherent speeches and disorganized thinking,
Lack of self-care, and the stench is stinking.
Drug addicts around us, getting high and feeling like mafia bosses,
How creepy!
Change of police minister, and nothing changed,
How freaky!
Who could say what? Trauma is evident,
Police/security companies turn useless,
South Africa is plagued with psychopaths and sociopaths,
Criminal offenders and an unserious government,
Daily we experience, and it ain't fleecy,
May the world know the truth, because these words are spoken freely.
Poet: Vynolyn Naidoo
