Bafana Bugs
¶ 1 Leave a comment on verse 1 0 *Vuvuzela-brash, clown-like in black, yellow,
¶ 2 Leave a comment on verse 2 0 green, they tumble in spiked grasses, mere
¶ 3 Leave a comment on verse 3 0 diversions, red-eyed amusements confined
¶ 4 Leave a comment on verse 4 0 to this inconspicuous stretch of dry bush.
¶ 5 Leave a comment on verse 5 0 Up above swallows sport their sleek pedigrees,
¶ 6 Leave a comment on verse 6 0 flaunt the superiority of earned grace
¶ 7 Leave a comment on verse 7 0 through air, while my locusts proclaim themselves
¶ 8 Leave a comment on verse 8 0 inept. “See us fly now,” they croak, “how we swarm!”
¶ 9 Leave a comment on verse 9 0 And our crackling, twitching, tweeting world chirps on
¶ 10 Leave a comment on verse 10 0 for out here there’s no such thing as silence:
¶ 11 Leave a comment on verse 11 0 the **Bafana bugs are waiting, and they yearn.
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