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Dreams of Delusion

  • Writer: Jay Naidoo
    Jay Naidoo
  • Dec 3, 2022
  • 2 min read

Updated: Oct 20, 2023



I see a dream

Of piercing Brokenness.

Rendered into paralysis

By the apathy of despair.

And I ask

How did we fall from Grace?


How did we catapult from the

Sacrifice of the Mandela Generation

To the pithy rubble

Of warlording fiefdoms

That straddle our garroted democracy

Today.


Our freedom was won by People

Not the leaders.

Who were the amplifying voice

Of a courageous warriors

Embedded at grassroots.

Who are the art and science

Of overthrowing the predation

Of ravenous greed

Incubated in the belly of politics

Today. And Yesterday.


Re-member

The prophetic wisdom

On that fateful day when history turned.

From the balcony of the City Hall

Of the Mother City

Words of discernment

From the deep soul of our Founding Father.


“I stand here before you not as a prophet,

But as a humble servant

Of you, the People.”


How has this bedrock of values

Of the simplicity of redemption

BE slaughtered on the altar

Of Greed and lust for power?

How did we let leaders

Stray so far from the path of Truth.


We have ourselves to blame.

Know today that we deserve the leaders we get.

We have become the golem

Of indifference.

While leaders feast on the flesh

Of the innocent and unborn.


Arise you the awakened.

The work of Light Warriors

Is painstaking.

Frustrating

Noisy and volatile.

But ultimately it’s reward

Is the infinity of Joy.


Let not the darkness that has descended on our land

Stricken us with fear.

Out of every crisis

Springs an opportunity

To re-member

Who we are?


We are courageous people

Of the South.

Indefatigable

Relentless in our determination

To be free

Of the bonded chains

Of oppression and exploitation.


You the next generations.

Must find your agency

Your voice.

Your destiny.

Guided by the ancestral wisdom

That existed

Before the shadow of extractives

Colonialism


We are the arrowhead of those

Who come before us

We carry the broad sheath of memory and restitution.

And the deep

Spear of Sacrifice of the Ancients

Before the Time of the Violence

Of Greed.

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