Nobody Has Seen Anything Kicking * Poem by Niki Nicholas Nkuna

Unbelievable tidings, Day in and Day out
Said by people who knew things that were said, done to them or others
The chorus so loud unlike the deeds
Whose silence reminisce the stink of a corpse
Nobody has seen anything kicking
Except hearing the loud noise of the Gas Chambers

Everybody has heard somebody or something
Or some people who read the Daily Sun
And told others in out of kilter mannerism

The silence of the news travel faster submarine like
With no effect to the bourgeoisie except in the middle of the night
Like fat cakes in the winter morning
Daily Sun flies high in the public psych
Surprisingly never escaping the nadir
But only touch the black diamond line
And gets rescued by the cut of the uncivilised noise

Hard to believe that the streams of the silent incessant rains stretch across arable and arid lands
Hard to believe that the afflicted poor victims cry real tears and seek respite unashamedly
Hard to believe that the afflicted opulent victims seek respite in the middle of the night
As they picked the Daily Sun from the black diamond line
Hard to believe that the troubled poor souls suffer alone despite the proximity of the next of kin
Who’s often blind and dumb to see, hear the ghost and zombies
Hard to believe that the smart souls, troubled by greed and nonchalance, suffer in the silence of the nights and days on end
Whose whisperings is often misheard by ordinary men, women and Sangomas
Hard to believe that the poor soul is unafraid to lose respect by the Daily Sun and the public ridicule
Hard to believe that the well to do, black diamond suffer in the black cocoon,
In the precarious care of the smart car, smart house, good food and fashion clothing
With big fake smiles hoodwinking the public to see reverence in camouflage

High and low noises trapped in the air never to reach the sea
To get drowned away so the truth can be laid bare
No pollution by the side of believes, disbelieve and doubt
Corroborating dance will shy away from the court of see and catch
Thus the cry and seek of respite will rain incessantly with no blast of thunder
Or sudden advent of the familiar wraith or zombie

5 June 2013, N Nkuna