It Gets Better (A Poem for Xenophobias) by Samcilla Baakojr

by | Apr 30, 2015 | Features


Estranging the rest of Africa from the world
Black countries tortured their own with flames
TheZulu once again affirm their underhanded past
Dishonouring the struggle, their forefathers fought for peace
Yet they cry freedom for all..
Soaked in blood mud, pierced by the claws of their greedwhich prevent their own skin colour from feeding… Ignorance? 

the great holocaust! Who survives?
Emelia was a pretty lady
Smiling friendly her lips always ready
Living quiet in lovely suburbia
Her untimely death by non-whites with xenophobia
Why did the potter create them this way?
Was it because there were two types of clay?
One forged as a Cistern the next as an Urn
And exactly whom should this mess concern?


While the authorities are spectators
Instigated from high level seats
First the defacing of statues to this
something much bigger is brewing
Tears of the victims and their families’
finally rinsing away beautiful painted canvas
“Not my fault I’m better than you, Zulu
You’re the black ball, I’m the cue
My life is going up, yours is going down,
Because you wear a dunce cap and I wear a crown”

…Your locals demand free everything
But foreigners see opportunity in building your economy 
Allow this fate because it’s everywhere; will you also leave my land in peace or pieces?
It gets better Zulu. It gets better…
Do enough to stamp out, racism, intolerance and xenophobia
Respect all nationalities, religious backgrounds, sexual orientation 
and ethnic origins.
Because no one is good or bad on the basis of skin colour
the great holocaust! Who survives?
It gets better!

Copyright Samcilla Baakojr(190415)