Rivonia’s Bastards
The ugly giant statute presides at lunch,
Its smile cartoonish at the sight
The pathetic tourist mob stand, grin
Head in it's crotch to prove by photos
Their wokeness to the iconic correctness of it all
Demonstrate their legitimacy, their acceptance of the result,
Having sat out his, his nation's, country's struggle.
Their swallowing whole the myth of liberation
Transformation, forgiveness and communal love.
All around, clusters of people walking
in their kind like Noah's creatures
Without mixing or questioning
The separate bands of the rainbow nation
Move frictionless past one another
Peaceably separate now
In their voluntary apartheid.
Awaiting the dawn of Babel.