The nigga rises

And brushes off his hat

with hands with grave digging

finger nails

Looks up the sun and spits

The bin provides the breakfast

Century old packets

And sets about town

Looking for a measly job

Only for a measly wage

Just to be called boss


When he is only kaffir

Smile the yellow teeth

Today he is baas’s friend

Tomorrow not

A yesterday maybe

Today he earned the wage

Today he earned his keep

To baas he will be friend

And smile the yellow teeth

As he holds his nose

And call him


.copyrights reserved.



  1. greatgodpan · March 24, 2011

    you gonna get flak for this one………..


  2. NielsUndelete · March 24, 2011

    I truly hope not. It is hectic.


  3. NielsUndelete · March 24, 2011

    Futuresoul, please friend, make sure you have a copy of this just incase somebody does something stupid… which can happen quite easily here on letterdash.


  4. futuresoul · March 24, 2011

    greatgodpan- hahaha. I say bring it on! 🙂


  5. futuresoul · March 24, 2011

    niels- all my poetry is on back up sugarplum. thank you for appreciating :).


  6. malma · March 24, 2011

    Excellent poem.


  7. futuresoul · March 24, 2011

    madmom- madluv right there! thank you!


  8. Mahesi · March 29, 2011

    I do not find anything here that will get you in trouble.


  9. futuresoul · March 30, 2011

    @Sparkle & Co – me too … thank you.


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