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.

 © Philip Knight 2018