Ole Carte Blanche

A Poem

By Nomthandazo Nxabela

Of buried hallelujahs
And stifled cries
Taxi rides to interviews
coming to no end.

He sings
Of a rope and ceiling
Of hopes left hanging
The cyber bellowing
Of hearts not truly caring

He speaks
deja vu’s
Of the hurt in me and you
And the turmoil we are still to rue.

And yet suddenly he puts on a suit
To stand on a podium.
He blurts out empty jargons of consequence;
An indoctrinating  Pandemonium
To those with cupped hands
Awaiting a manna of deliverance.