Turpitude.

Draconian Alliances buy blackface

with straight hair wrapped in patronising doeks

Another Nation Corrupted

by bald heads rested on impudent, gold threaded pillows

Out of the question!

Freedom Friends fight fiercely for forgotten faces in fancy footwear

while a Congress Of The People bickers over two old faces

 Definitely not!

Azanian People are yet to Move Pan African Consciousness

Prospects are dimming.

Yet still, I shall play along.

Forced to compare and contrast a twin with his twin, More or Less Evil

Less Evil looks and sounds like my elders

he knows my people’s poverty pain

and visits them in times of his need

sitting uncomfortably in their third hand chairs

shaking his head at their third class structure systems

swearing to solve their third world problems

in his first world suit with his zero world ideals

and as miraculously as he appeared

his golden carriage recedes from view

More Evil cannot speak my tongue

he intellectualises and politicises slavery

and breaks bread with slaves in times of his need

capering awkwardly to third world rhythms

moving about freely in third class spaces

committing to eradicate their third hand administration advisors    

in his first world language with his zero world ethics

and as brazenly as he mingled

he retreats to his coconut fields

Yet still, I shall play along.

Meanwhile a young woman seeks attention

from the pocket of Less Evil’s comrade

she blondes her accent and fakes her hair

she claims to be attracted to maturity

despite full knowledge of her trophy status

she can never admit to herself

the low level of her irreplaceability

she is one in a million

a five star hotel for five star colognes to leave their five star marks

in her five star womb

now Less Evil’s comrade has suspensions to lift

and apologies for flashlight conferences

all because that bitch couldn’t keep her mouth shut

she’s that one star motel with a third world citizen to raise

at third class rates

Yet still, I shall play along.

As a young third hand man seeks validation

from possessions and marketing suggestions

he sits in five star eateries

with his five star gadgets displayed

to entice the young five star women of his two star dreams

all along ingratiating himself with More Evil

speaking five star dialects to one star minds

but he will never be called out

he is a five star man in a five star lifeway

governed by the five star rules of five star men

Yet still, I shall play along

I will be scanned and queued to express some kind of view

I am, after all, a simple number

existing simply to confirm the existence of this game

Yet still, I shall play along.

Thabiso Nkoana©29.4.2014