Saturday, January 3, 2009


By Jonathan Langdon

If you don’t know
You don’t know
The greatest puppets
Have the most to gain
Their padded stomach
Insulation against the plight
A quivering layer of dependency and drought

If you don’t know
You can’t know
All that shouting
The violent vociferous velocity
Of insults and exclamations
Is camouflage for
Ballots bought, ballots bound

If you don’t know
Should you care?
This belly politics
Is like a disease that blinds
With religious-like zeal
Swearing what is white is black
And what is black is white

If you don’t know
You should know
Politics, they say politricks
I say bellytricks, like insect-tics
They are parasites sitting heavy
Blotting out the possibilities
Of this misnomer we all
Haltingly call democracy


Nyani said...

Very cool. I had no idea you were a poet. You know dub poetry? I can hear it that way...

dawadawa said...

This is a brilliant piece! give us us of this

Fiona Leonard said...

but really, what are your views on democracy??

Like it a lot.