by Kgafela oa Magogodi
the carrot attracts a crooked habit
rabbits cross the floor to chew the rot
vote right
there’s no carrot on the left
the parrot sings praises cos the carrot
is in the pot
the only truth to the tooth is the carrot
liars strangle no more they dangle the carrot
to suck you into the rot
they put the carrot in your pocket
to keep you quiet
no more riot
no more riot
no more riot
just the grinding of rot
the carrot dance is a national sport
see how they run like judas iscariot
to grab the all mighty carrot
now children are taught
that life is about who eats more carrot
to excrete more rot
lairs raise the flag of the carrot
even in the toilet
no more riot
no more riot
no more riot
just the grinding of rot
you’re a true patriot
even if you get caught
stealing the carrot
nobody takes you to court
it matters not if you forgot
to give to the poor a cut
of the carrot.
Interesting work from South Africa by a poet invited to facilitate Steve Biko Foundation poetry workshops. This poem and the following praise for Magogodi caught my eye on the Centre for Creative Arts site:
Reading … listening to Kgafela oa Magogodi’s poetry and song is a shattering experience. His linguistic chisels go far beyond ‘causing blisters in the eardrums of society’. They are like a shattered mirror, with each piece of glass throwing at you a reflection, an image of its own. His art is not something that you can fix a label on without going drastically wrong.
Nobody likes labels, but we depend on them.