Long-Lost Reality [Revised]

High in a tower, elevated in the hot African sun, two
little translators have had enough as the scourge of
self-assessment lurks right after th’ Government had
curbed requisite service to keep State Departments
globally communicative - reviewing dribs and drabs
of the little documents they had th’ exquisite privilege
to translate while lost in an ocean of towering, blind

Buildings in Pretoria - an anachronism in a blinding
African sun; reality’s shaking & the earth heaving as
political masters fell remaining vestiges of efficiency
and appoint the unworthy to force nuclear disaster on
South Africa; the market is disgorging pension funds -
plummeting to new depths and blindly, against all the
odds, two little translators struggle valiantly against

Life itself to get their job done, and to keep the Foreign
Languages Section afloat as African masters conclude
the world is irrelevant - only depleting life force of the
society in which ANC is wielding its destructive political
clout is worth considering, the rest is dross and South
Africa will be destroyed - oh, how can this be? Ah, but
we used to pray to a God within religious structures

Whose strictures proved to be false as it was founded
on slavery and eternal exploitation of our people, based
on prejudice and race - so there you have it, nothing’s
changed, valiantly we struggle to achieve nothing within
the tattered fabric of an ill-defined, long-lost reality…
[Wednesday 18 October 2017 - This forms part of a diary
which chronicles the story of my life.]