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Crimson Rainbow

They are lynching people in South Africa,
Long after apartheid,
Not so long after Tata died,
Nightmares still sprout on streets,
Fertilized by the blood of fleeing immigrants
And we are force fed its bitter fruits.

They are lynching people in South Africa,
Called the rainbow nation,
Light retracts through the tears
Of a brother's helpless lamentation
As machetes drum his back,
In cringe worthy rhythms,
crimson, the only color in his rainbow.

They are lynching people in South Africa,
Feeding hungry newspapers with stories for days,
Till it all gets old,
And they crave for more stories
Of us killing each other for some other petty reason.

They are lynching people in South Africa,
And Goodwill sits in majesty,
While ill will greets another stranger,
But his majesty will not be blamed.

They are lynching people in South Africa
And all I can think is
"Xenophobia is such a nice word for this madness"

*****April 17, 2015*****

Art by Zapiro


Goodwill: King Goodwill Zwelithini,
Zulu king whose comments are believed to have sparked the Xenophobic attacks 




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