In the beginning, you came to us
You smiled at us, but smug
We welcomed you, we became friends;
or, that’s what we thought.
Obviously, you looked strange to us
With your Batasbies, boots, shorts and ships.
But we couldn’t believe what ulterior motives you had had for us,
Kanti we didn’t know that your Master had sent you to us-
To Scam us-Scam us out of our wealth,
You utilised us
We were angry, overwhelmed with hate eventually;
We couldn’t care less of ourselves now
Now; we cared and moaned and cried for our children.
We died crying how our children awaited for a similar fate…
For many years you victimised and killed our kids
You filled them with poverty and disease.
You turned them into unworthy slaves in their Home.
Our mistake was to accept you, and trust you
instead of attacking you.
The fruits of our wombs were and are hurt.
But unfortunately, we can’t do anything about it,
because we became one with the soil with those who came before us.
Our children were forced to become unexpected sacrifices
for your selfish reasons.
Even their children awaited a similar fate…
They were also victimised,killed and utilised,
they were also covered with the Red cloth of poverty and disease
We looked over them for many years,
Luckily for them, they bore Warriors;
Brave warriors who took it upon themselves to take you head-on…
They fought, You fought them
They fought, You fought them
You also spilled their blood;
We awoken their spirits…
And you forfeited at last.
But it took you long enough…
You even trapped them like zoo animals
Even though you them,
They kept the spirit of Perseverance alive
And continued to fight you
To fight you , for their children
Utilising the knowledge that they consumed.
The battle between Good and Evil had always been there, and will always be there.
And Good prevailed…
Even though We Won, you scarred us with
your ways and attributes
We finally came together;
And took back what originally belonged to us
(or so they thought-{the grandchildren})
They tried to patch the wounds of their wounds of their fellow men
They tried to plaster and bandage thewounds
That take time to heal
It was bad,tough
It is rough,sad
But they allowed for us to guide them through
We still weep-even sand;
that our childre refuse to accept themselves
love and nurture themselves-each other
Our grandchildren’s children don’t care about what happened
All they think about and articulate
is to live like Them
Them, who scamed us.
They speak like Them,
Think like Them,
Dress like Them,
Eat like Them,
Behave like Them,
Believe like Them,
They no longer think about us
Instead, they choose to forget us and insult us
We are being selfish
We are not trying to cage them
We are not trying to punish them…
But…it’s fine…
There are still those who still think about us,
Appreciate us and those who came before them.
But they are outnumbered.
We taught all of our children acceptance and forgiveness,
but The Story taught them violence.
So they possess: Acceptance, Forgiveness and Violence
But we love them.
I commend you, dear Scam.
You had it well-planned, well-structured and time-bound.
Because even today our Grandchildren are still afraid of you,
Even though they won’t admit it,
but they are
Because Actions speak louder than words,
they take you for being high and mighty.
And take your opinions to heart
None of their parents.
You spoiled us, all of us
One good thing that came out of your Scam,
was the knowledge and skills you left for our children.
We thank you on their behalf
They also thank you, even though they won’t sat it to your face
But deep down they do.
You can’t scare them anymore
because they now know The Truth
We will never forget what you did to all of us,
-The Successful Scam- Apartheid.
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