Poetry

Ferocious Energies

The die in our society has been cast
The course being a few seconds of fame with unimpressive results
A disastrous finale’ which bleeds our world dry while suffocating our land with scorned human remains

This reality scalds even the strong of our own
It penetrate even the brick walls of our homes
It humiliates even the praised of our kings
While destroying more than just the heart beat of our nation
But our dreams, our strength, love and respect for living remain

This is no battle for the frail and weak hearted
It is no toying setting for twitters
It is no masquerade for the loiters
This is a war for warriors armed with nothing but ecstasy for success
The spiers are no detergent for the battle amidst our space
Neither weaponry, nor vile words will rise to victory against the enemy at hand

The battle lines have long been drawn
The procrestinative nature of our response continues to retard our nation
The idle, dispossessed inaction we meet on the enemy sends weary signals to the devil, allowing her to continue the slandering and perpetuate the systematic Technical Knock Out on all who dare enter the ring

I write with much sadness and scorn on the naivety of my countrymen and women
Within me there is a mixture of idealism and enormous impatience and anger
The truth of the matter is that my future is embedded in the present
I alone am the architect of my destiny
I alone am the master of my being
I alone have an obligation to set free my soul and that of the people of my land
I alone have the courage and wisdom to do unto others, as I would like them do unto me
I alone make the decision to live, to be, I carve a life, for this my precious land

Call me rough, insensitive or over ambitious
I will not butter the ignorance, which has infiltrated the people of this world
I will not sing praises to those who continue to set themselves on deathbeds
I will not sympathise with the silly minded perpetuating the denigration of a society fought for by our fore barriers
I refuse to nurture stupidity
But acknowledge that aloofness is a master of trickery

At the height of the carnage, the very soul of my country lay prostrate and exposed
While an impassable chasm houses the dying spirits of my people
Whilst the butchering machinery prepares it’s daily oiling
The butcher mourns the loss of a sharpened knifing ailment to our society
Whilst the undertaker rejoices at the opportunity to feed his heart

This testimony will not claim to be the epitome or quintessence of what is correct
It does not suggest that AIDS is the master and we the servants
It in fact sets the foundation for a battle to be won
One that has long been declared but passively ignored
It sets the trail for immaculate wisdom finding
For courage, responsibility and honesty

Yes, inevitably even the virgins will taste the bitter – sweet sexual pleasures
Already the holier than though have proven beyond doubt their succumbing desires – by keeping their hands, thighs within the churches
It is no sin really
It is no evil truly
But rather a forbidden deadly pleasure

So take your stake
What will it be
Roar…
Flash on Flash…
Or life…
Its your ante

Mihlali Gqada