The Rub

THE RUB

When ascribing to the prevailing hegemony

Compromise of the self is the expectancy

Trumped by the inalienable security

Of constitutional rights in democracy

No judgement of what was shown faulty

The narrative done, the dysfunction history

Solutions now demanded by the once-guilty

As fulcrum still, ever privilege the priority

The left-overs left in perpetual delinquency

For those not afforded ‘my cup of tea’

The truth in all its darkened, horrid reality

Judged by apartheid’s distorted free

The marked, noticeable inability

To see injustice that’s not ‘happening to me’

When all along the reasoning should be

Let it not happen to ANYBODY

But rational and reasonable the attorney

This can’t be a realistic ask for EVERYBODY

Because the haves have no responsibility

To those used to manifest that possibility

In this brave, new world pointed so definitely

Past lived experience and bureaucratic brutality

To deceit and corruption’s dressed-up formality

This statistically-approved, rank, rancid normality

Is the sell, the buy-in, the take-home, essentially

The rub being those who don’t and won’t see

Lacks some of that cognitive ability, unfortunately

The issue being one of predisposition, really

Because where you are, you are so comfortably

Birds only alarmed when someone shakes the tree

SP