if the poet dont say, who will?

The apparent degrading values of our society The increasing acceptance of impropriety As amajita gladly display stolen articles for sale at street robots Selling a dvd that is still to go on the cinema circuit If the poet does not comment about the little girls that Expose their flesh In order to get some cash , As they place dangerously their lives In the hands of the men with sharp knives Standing at the corners of the streets late at night Sharing the night with vultures that rape, rob, ridicule and wrong them If the poet does not complain Who on earth can explain The broerskap in procument and hiring Where close buddies hip hop around job opportunities While the masses fight for remaining crumbs The buddy bidding Hubby hiring Friend financing It might look so plain But try to explain and you’ll understand the pain And why my skin has become so pale If the poet does not ask Who will take to task The abusers, molestors of our child and women folk Who will call for the apprehension of the Kitchen heroes whose exploits are targeted at the defenceless, unprotected and weak Who will shout STOP As the referee watches the game through the lens of a dollar The highest bidder wions the game As the policeman takes bribes from African tribes To cause the docket to vanish And unleash the thugs back into society Should this poet keep quiet? As the criminals have taken over the streets And the once cool nights now belongs to these bloodsuckers. If this poet retires his pen Who will echo the voice of Bantu “Black Man you are on your own” as the young people model their lives after the corrupt, corrupting and corrupted Eminems of this world As our culture is commercialized And being African has become a fashion statement This poet refuses to be silenced Especially as themba leaves a pregnant thandi To marry thabo And with that ceremony their souls bury This poet will not be silenced Especially as Mr Dladla Leaves his 48 year old wife, mother of six, to mess with a 13 year old girl who is pregnant as we speak “this baby will have a baby” If the poet keeps quite Who will talk About the poverty, unemployment, hunger, corruption That bedevil our land If the poet does not talk who will sing the praises of The rebirth of Africa, the silencing of bush and the rainbow nation This great nation. Before I stop talking Raise Biko, so that he will write what he likes and people will listen Raise, Bob Marley, so that he will sing a song of freedom This poet will talk still … Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery None but ourselves can free our mind Have no fear for atomic energy Cos none of them can stop the tide How long shall they kill our prophets While we stand aside and look Some say its just a part of it ‘We got to fulfil the book. THIS POET WILL NOT BE SILENCED!!!