The Clarion Call

All ye bleeding hearts,
comfy in walled estates,
put your money where
your mouths are blabbering.
Adopt a refugee.

Even if they entered
the country not as such,
now they are indeed
truly refugees;
disowned and homeless souls,
displaced by so-called brothers,
from informal settlements,
the erstwhile squatter camps.

Whether you’re in Sandton,
Soweto or Cape Town,
open up your hearts
and your wallets too.
Invite a refugee,
into your sprawling mansions,
like Winnie in Orlando,
to score a point or two.
Don’t be outshined by Madonna,
campaigning in Malawi,
adopting needy children,
to revive her fading star.

Redeem yourself my brother.
Time is still on your side

Believers of the Man,
crucified on the cross,
heed the clarion call.
Remember what ol’e J.C. said:
whatever you do or don’t,
to these brethren of mine,
you are doing unto me,
be it good or bad,
and I’ll remember you,
and deal with you accordingly,
at the Pearly Gate,
of the Walled Estate,
high up in the clouds.
This is a promise,
not an idle threat,
so do what you know is right,
If you know what’s good for you.