Poem
Chris Magadza
THE PARTY
THE PARTY
THE PARTY
The lights are low;
The stereo booms
Throaty challenging
Evocative Zulu rhythms.
The guys sway hypnotised
By the erotic dance
Of the bulbous bottomed
Ethnic girls
Writhing to the enchanting beat.
In the dark corners,
Drumsticks and Castle beers in hand
Leftist Marxists in
Chrome-rimmed Leninist glasses
Puffing pedantic pipes,
Critically discuss
The Guardian article
About world opinion
Changing
Against South Africa.
Yes;
These liberation struggle parties
Are good contacts.
“Silly of Agate”, said one;
“He could have gone to Britain.”
It’s only Kaffirs
Like Biko
Who actually
Have to die.
The stereo booms
Throaty challenging
Evocative Zulu rhythms.
The guys sway hypnotised
By the erotic dance
Of the bulbous bottomed
Ethnic girls
Writhing to the enchanting beat.
In the dark corners,
Drumsticks and Castle beers in hand
Leftist Marxists in
Chrome-rimmed Leninist glasses
Puffing pedantic pipes,
Critically discuss
The Guardian article
About world opinion
Changing
Against South Africa.
Yes;
These liberation struggle parties
Are good contacts.
“Silly of Agate”, said one;
“He could have gone to Britain.”
It’s only Kaffirs
Like Biko
Who actually
Have to die.
Harare, 1984
© 2006, Chris Magadza
From: Father and other poems
Publisher: Poetry International Web,
From: Father and other poems
Publisher: Poetry International Web,
‘The Party’ was written on the occasion of ‘Azania’ Day, 1984. Azania was
the name for South Africa used by some liberation movements of South Africa.
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THE PARTY
The lights are low;
The stereo booms
Throaty challenging
Evocative Zulu rhythms.
The guys sway hypnotised
By the erotic dance
Of the bulbous bottomed
Ethnic girls
Writhing to the enchanting beat.
In the dark corners,
Drumsticks and Castle beers in hand
Leftist Marxists in
Chrome-rimmed Leninist glasses
Puffing pedantic pipes,
Critically discuss
The Guardian article
About world opinion
Changing
Against South Africa.
Yes;
These liberation struggle parties
Are good contacts.
“Silly of Agate”, said one;
“He could have gone to Britain.”
It’s only Kaffirs
Like Biko
Who actually
Have to die.
The stereo booms
Throaty challenging
Evocative Zulu rhythms.
The guys sway hypnotised
By the erotic dance
Of the bulbous bottomed
Ethnic girls
Writhing to the enchanting beat.
In the dark corners,
Drumsticks and Castle beers in hand
Leftist Marxists in
Chrome-rimmed Leninist glasses
Puffing pedantic pipes,
Critically discuss
The Guardian article
About world opinion
Changing
Against South Africa.
Yes;
These liberation struggle parties
Are good contacts.
“Silly of Agate”, said one;
“He could have gone to Britain.”
It’s only Kaffirs
Like Biko
Who actually
Have to die.
Harare, 1984
From: Father and other poems
‘The Party’ was written on the occasion of ‘Azania’ Day, 1984. Azania was
the name for South Africa used by some liberation movements of South Africa.
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