By
Professor Peter Vakunta
Hip! Hip! Hooray!/
I sing UBUNTU!/
I sing HARAMBE!/
I sing UJAMMA/
I sing MASAKHANE!/
I sing AFRITUDE!/
I sing African Renaissance!
Hip! Hip! Hooray!/
I ain't no arbiter of alien designs/
Offspring of universal symbiosis/
UBUNTU, my credo/
Hip! Hip! Hooray!
Hymn to inmates/
Of global dungeons/
Hip! Hip! Hooray!
Homage to graduates of Robben Island/
And of Guantanamo/
The world’s epic dungeon/
Where the innocent/
Cohabitate with the miscreant/
Zut alors! Damned it!/
I wanna say what I gotta say/
No mofo's gonna/
Tell me to shut up!/
The underworld’s sick/
Deep in shit/Quagmire/Mire!
Gives me the creeps!
This joint’s gone bonkers/
Dirtballs/ hoodlums/scallywags/
Riff-raff/ nitwits/ thingamabobs/
In all nooks and crannies/
Wheelers and dealers are/
Calling the shoots left, right and center!/
Hip! Hip! Hooray!
Nincompoops taking
Hostage the land of the free/
Land of the great/ No Man’s Land/
Darn assholes/cocky self-servers/
Mother fuckers! Sons of a bitch!
A jilted lover storms into/
His girl’s apartment/
Shoots her to death!/
Pandemonium! Mayhem!/
A cuckolded husband/
Charges into a lovers’ nest/
A cokehead gets screwed up/
Armed to the teeth/He barges into a love-nest/
Clobbers wife and carnal thief to death/
Chaos! Fire on the mountain?
Run! Run! Run!
What a hellhole!/
High schooler flunks her finals/
On account of binge drinking/
Coupled with unbridled fornication/
Takes entire faculty hostage/
There’s crossfire/
Fatal shots resonate /
Sauve-qui-peut général!/[i]
Victims drop dead!/
Gun mania partout!/
Our stock- in-trade.
Hand of NRA in this shit?/
Arm yourselves! New credo!/
I flex my muscles/
I prime my revolver/
And pull the trigger/
Poom! Poom!
Foe drops dead/
In a pool of blood/
Does that resolve the problem?/
Humankind is deranged!/
I hear the voice of reason/
I listen to it in the wilderness/
Crying for peace/For pacification/
Decrying bravado in futility.
Peter Vakunta @ 2021
[i] General stampede
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