Sonnet: South Africa in 2016

An old, mad, blind, despised, and dying President; Ministers, the scum of their dull race, who flow Through public scorn,—mud from a muddy spring; Leaders who neither see nor feel nor know, But leechlike clings to their fainting country Till they drop, blind in blood, without a blow. A people starved and stabbed in the stolen land;... Continue Reading →

Proverbs of Hell

In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy. Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of the dead. The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom. Prudence is a rich ugly old maid courted by Incapacity. He who desires but acts not, breeds pestilence. The cut worm forgives the... Continue Reading →

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