SA Politics

There is no time like the present

No time to call me the better man

I love you all but still you sin

You smoke like Dirk but hold your fin

Like an animal

You do not win

In absence of glory you do not tell

The winner is evil the sky the begin

Of pleasure inperilled

The arc of bin laden

Does not finish here

But there where you win

The aimless start of war can be

The anywhere else for you do not begin

The end does start to make it sin

You do not know where I cannot simply

Open your eyes to the title track

Of the lp

I love to play

10 to 1

Is not the time

It opens doors

Where love begins

I di not know where you

Cannot sin

Begin the where

When no one sins

Where your difference on the brow

And hold your crooked man

On the sow

Soo-ee, soo-ee

I love you more

Than pigs do in your final hour

Do not know me when

You power

I know you not

And love you nire.

Pyre is work I do not pleasance

Take the bow

The corner presence

Is open now

I cannot hold

You again.


Copyright Bruce E Saunders 2020

It is

It is too far to be a one of the time

So say thee

It is too far to be a one of the crowd

When it is so that I am now

I am in the crowd and I see that it is true

It is you, Winnie

That makes the difference between the black and the white racist

And that is what I see

The one who holds the truth close to her fist

And who knows it is the power of the man

That is the back that must break in the land

Of the Free in South Africa

In the hope that one day

It will relinquish those who support you

Into the name of the world called heaven

For you are a sweet angel for the Lord to make come hither

Once you have served your time as the President

Of a United South Africa, and no’ a one shall see fit unto undo what you do

For it shall ennoble one to do so and this is the triumph

Of the age called the Coming of the Lord.

It is the Free and the un-dominated that must be again, the saviour of the Church

And must again be the Free Spirit unto what we shall call the Faith but is in actual fact

The dross of the man who is to be called the Chair of Zimbabwe for he will not choose you

For you are too feminine for his liking and that is true but so….

It is for the rest to decide, not he, and so you do.

You do and so you shall be the President in my eyes and for this

I empower you to make it in the end to the full fruit of your leadership

To end the time with as farewell that shall be.  That shall be and so it shall.

Copyright B E Saunders 2016


It’s not too far, say I

Until the next regime comes in

And then another and then a next

But each will drift further from the truth, that is,

That it is for the ennobled one to hold power

And here it is said that it should be.

The one who holds favour with the public?

No, say I, for it is the one who shares the power

Who holds back the wealth

And therefore say I it should be the one who holds forth with

The bitterest smile and retort who should be the one.

And this is Winnie Mandela Senior, not Junior, for she is not a child

And should come to the fruit of the decision within

The next 48 hours or so.

Then we shall see how the public will last as she

Breaks all the bonds that have been put upon her

Through power hungry sharing models that do not

Relinquish those who need freeing

That is the women of the mob.

Copyright B E Saunders 2016