(18 January 1982 - / Pretoria, South Africa)

Servants Of Futility

On a dark grass lawn with fading lights in the far
Figures sit and lie, their shadows almost no more
Their mouths move to utter and consume
The time passing by as they lie and they lie

The lights that were bright before now fades by degrees
The streets around them quiet as stillness creeps on this lawn in the night

They linger long and late to forget the glow that was before
That prompted a cause and a hope in store
A strive and a joy for a value to be
For a future and a wish that they wanted to see

A frigid chill brushes their necks
As the grass now damp brings a cold from below
They seek each other’s proximity recurrently
To still the unease that stirs when alone

In the middle of this night they gather in a group
To smile and to forge a joy out of sight
While the dark wall beside circles a city in plight
A people in gloom sleep as their spirits yearn to recoup

On a dark grass lawn with fading lights in the far
Figures sit and lie, their shadows gone forever more
The light that was, cast shadows no more
They smile but they sigh as they lie and they lie

(2008-07-30)

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