Category: Writers Block
August 18, 1977
driving along the road
hot tired and hungry.
Unaware unsuspecting of what your future holds.
A roadblock a head, the thing you dread most.
Coming down, trapping your car. No where to run.
guns trained, shambachs ready to strike.
They ask your name, they see your card.
You say your name. You've been through this before.
But this time its different.
This time they are rough with you, grabbing you
shoving you into a bench.
Tearing your clothes. Falling crashing screaming your cries fall on death ears.
breaking your banning orders you bloody kaffir they yell. Talking to a crowd? You listen but do not respond.
You have
concealed yourself the only way you know
how.
You prey they don't notice, you prey it won't be long.
then suddenly, chains, iron bars surround you like an animal in a cage.
Alone and afraid.
I like it.
How refreshing, well, sort of.
Bob
thanks, do you know who I'm talking about in this poem?
I have no idea, my first thought was Rodney King, but that was later.
I did find out that:
"August 17 is the 229th day of the year (230th in
leap years) in the Gregorian Calendar.
There are 136 days remaining."
But nothing significant seemed to have happened in 1977. At least that's what Wickipedia says.
Bob
Hi Bob, on august 18, 1977 South African black liberation leader was arrested for what would be the fourth and final time. while he was being held for purposes of interrogation, he was savagely beaten by the cops. On sept. 12, 1977, he dies from his injuries.
whoops, i meant black liberation leader Bantu stephen Biko.
I didn't know that. Thanks. Knowing that helps to understand your poem.
The word Kaffir is the Afrikaans word for nigger. A shambach is a rawhide whip.