Up A Pole

Up a pole
in a leafy suburb
is our youth leader
wasting his posters
according to someone
who allegedly knows
 
Up a pole
raised there he was
by heaving comrades
(the price we pay
for our sushi elite)
 
Up a pole
the folk we tend to see
at that time of the season
making those promises
(brimful still with charm)
 
Catchy slogans trying
to catch your precious vote
appealing to communities
to stand behind them
(so that you can’t see)
 
Delivery the buzzword
the flavour still
the remedy for all
a better life if only
just for the now
 
We go forth then
(with all our phobias)
to make our mark
to sooth the conscience
until the next time
 
The ANC Youth League’s main man-person is up a pole, all suitably besuited, in a leafy ghetto-homeland near you; whilst others go walk-about into the great unbeknown.

David Kapp, david_kapp@yahoo.com.