Volume 11, No.2 - June - August 2002

Poems


 

SAMWU: The national strike is on!

The battle of all battles, the line has been drawn
The struggle of all struggles, has begun
Living wage against slavery wage is the point of no return

The time has come for Municipal workers to be treated as human beings, not as dogs

When the hunters are being glorified the dogs are despised. The dogs that have brought the meat are getting only bones When they advance for meat, they are kicked out with big boots. There is no justice in this kind of relation.

This battle needs men and women together, unite to fight against starvation wages provided by SALGA The social services are expensive and the basic food has been skyrocket increased. Municipal workers are the victims of loan sharks because they cannot serve their needs and the family social life

Workers with their families are swimming in the sea of poverty and pain for so long. They have been working in municipality for many years but they work to be poor. Whereas the councillors who have just arrived yester day are swimming in the pool of milk and honey, some are dying because they eat too much

On the super time in their homes you may think that they are holding a party

Millions of Rands for development, social projects for our communities in order to create jobs are disappearing every day in the hands of these corrupt and arrogant councillors

Now is the time for the municipal workers to say, Enough is enough

10% INCREASE - IS OUR NAME!

BACKWARD NEVER! FORWARD FOREVER!

SOLIDARITY AND UNITED WE STAND IS THE KEY!

Phantsi ne starvation wages!
Qina Msebenzi! Viva SAMWU!

 

I will not make you prisoners of praise
It is appreciated what you have done
Our people were honoured by your hospitality
They were graced by your humility

African Brothers and Sisters

How happy am I -

When you laugh and live in my country
Obeying laws for your own good and mine
Booth rejecting racism and xenophobia as disease
Our way of life is embodiment of humanity ubuntu

We are the walking history of this continent

Do we have to brutalise our own than living in harmony
Do they have to smile in pain to make us happy?
Do we have to dehumanise our own to stay together
Is it how we thank them for hosting our exiles

This cannot be us it is not African

Can we be quiet when they corrupt our country?
Can we fold arms watching drugs building mafia gangsters?
Can we not curse those who contempt our hospitality
That is what we never dreamt of
Replacement of apartheid with drugs and corruption
Unless we Build a strong titanic unity of social life

RENAISSANCE IS STRUGGLING TO BE BORN


 

Class composition of the day
Political nature of the day
Source of this day
Reduced to position of simple agents

Oh! What a day- Keep on Marching

Special arm of the service
It is only an incipient of power
Why fogging the minds of workers
Why instilling petty bourgeoisie illusions
Why prolonging its existence
Why the delay of its end

It is the Day dawn- Keep on Marching

Free the people from bourgeoisie influence
It can't be transformation without transfer of power
It can't be land lord to Rand lord
It can't be global without accountability

Yes! The day must come- keep on marching

Come all agitators
Come all volunteers
Smash bureaucracy
Smash corruptors
Who! is the cog of bureaucratic machine?
Who! is the conveying belt of flotsam and jetsam?
Unless you want to be, what they want you to be

But! You can't stop the day- keep on marching

MARCH - MARCH - MARCH