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all the Twits
are all a-Twitter
but what we really need
is a home run hitter

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the march of youthful, grey-haired men

killing things to live again

to leave a footprint in the sands

they spread their death with dirty hands

to climb the mound they scorch the earth

a song of peace is filled with dearth

“a lie, a lie, come lie with me

we speak the truth, as soon you’ll see”

and so the whisperer, loud and clear

screams in the silence for all to hear

our mother bleeds through gaping scars

as we look up to plunder Mars

we are the silt of the earth

however, if the silt loses its silt-iness…

… it may well become part of a vibrant, life bringing, flowing river …

but this will not happen any time soon

maybe never

 

… for now it is warm and still…

besides, we’ve become accustomed to the smell

 

centuries ago we broke away from the Roman church model

(hierarchical, institutionalised, politically inspired and dominated, etc.)

we were called “Protestants” as a result …

… but now it seems we have acquired the nature of dormant silt and bubbling sludge at the bottom of a smelly swamp

we have collected all the debris we once rejected

and we have become our enemy

and our enemy has become us

 

we now can, in reality only be seen as “conformists”

 

no longer does the “Protestant” tag fit

nor is it justified

 

our culture of life, worship and social activity looks glossy and pleasantly ‘pop’

the songs we sing sound as if they are copied off the pop charts … and they are

our leaders are not servants but pop stars and celebrities

our worship leaders and musicians look like fashion statements

and indeed strut on ramps up front, before and above the people

androgynous-like

our prophets, preachers and teachers sound the same as corporate motivational speakers … and that is what they are

our communities look like corporate business or political party structures

 

we sing songs about the rain needing to fall…

 

and man, O man, … do we need a deluge right now!

 

 

 

the real state of democracy, dignity and human rights in our land

 

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(Pawel Kuczynski)

The whole Brett Murray/The Spear (of-the-nation) disturbance in the media of late, whichever way one views it, clearly reveals the power of the creative arts to effect society and bring people to their feet, perhaps even their knees.

It seems to have  provoked people on all sides of the issue to start thinking, expressing those thoughts, debating, engaging and some arguing passionately, even heatedly as they wrestle with their own perspectives and our shared destiny.

As potentially volatile as this all is in light of our extremely immature and uneducated “democracy” here in South Africa I think it is a most wonderful thing and hopefully it will keep us wondering for many decades to come.

Yet still I feel compelled to ask the question:  Why are there so few “Brett Murray’s”?

Why are so many artists seemingly locked into almost exclusively doing commercial drivel; “ABBA” type pop ‘tributes’ or playing “Piano Man” for a essentially drunken society who demand nostalgic memories, or serving a placatory propaganda type role in corporate settings merely to get a monetary handout?

Where are the real “prophets”?

Awaken and live long you  “Brett Murray” types!

(regardless of what side of the fence you sit, or what we think about what you say)

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Maybe the poet is gay
But he’ll be heard anyway

Maybe the poet is drugged
But he won’t stay under the rug

Maybe the voice of the spirit
In which case you’d better hear it

Maybe he’s a woman
Who can touch you where you’re human

Male, female slave or free
Peaceful or disorderly
Maybe you and he will not agree
But you need him to show you new ways to see

Don’t let the system fool you
All it wants to do is rule you
Pay attention to the poet
You need him and you know it

Put him up against the wall
Shoot him up with pentothal

Shoot him up with lead
You won’t call back what’s been said
Put him in the ground
But one day you’ll look around

There’ll be a face you don’t know
Voicing thoughts you’ve heard before

Male, female slave or free
Peaceful or disorderly
Maybe you and he will not agree
But you need him to show you new ways to see

Don’t let the system fool you
All it wants to do is rule you
Pay attention to the poet
You need him and you know it

BRUCE COCKBURN  –  “Maybe The Poet”

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