Long-Lost Reality

High in a tower, high in the hot African sun, two
little translators have had enough as the scourge
of self-assessment lurks after the Government
had curtailed the requisite service to keep all State
Departments globally communicative – reviewing
dribs and drabs of the little documents they had
the exquisite privilege to translate, lost in a sea of

Blind towering buildings in Pretoria, anachronism in
the blinding African sun; reality is shaking and the
earth is heaving as political masters destroy the last
vestiges of efficiency and appoint the unworthy to
force nuclear disaster on South Africa; the market is
disgorging pension funds plummeting to new depths
and blindly, against all the odds, two little translators

Valiantly struggle against life itself to get their job done,
to keep the Foreign Languages Section afloat as African
masters conclude the world is irrelevant – only depleting
the life force of the society in which the ANC is wielding
its destructive political clout is worth considering, the rest
is dross and South Africa will be destroyed – oh, how can
this be? Ah, but we used to pray to a God within religious

Structures whose strictures proved to be false as it was
founded on slavery and eternal exploitation of our people
based on prejudice and race – so there you have it, nothing’s
changed and valiantly we struggle to achieve nothing within
the tattered fabric of an ill-defined, long-lost reality…