Category Archives: Poetry

Mike Hampton’s poetry expresses emotions into birds, bees and razor blades.

If I Were the Devil in South Africa I’d….

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If I were the Devil in South Africa I’d whisper to Helen Zille and Jacob Zuma that they should never listen to the Public… but ironically yell loudly, “We are listening!” so that is all that they hear; I would convince the people that right and wrong are determined by a few who call themselves authorities and refer to their agenda as politically correct; I would convince people that character and community service are not considerations when choosing leaders and that all that matters is DA blue or ANC gold; … Read the full article…

The truth may be bitter but sharing it is sweet!

A Wicked Xmas Poem

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Each year, somewhere on the net, I re-post this wicked xmas poem I scribbled a long time ago. It’s meant to be naughty and fun (not for kids) but it also carries extra meanings for me, sometimes different according to where I am in my life. Considering my activism in Knysna, the Evil Santa in the poem is metaphor for all the bad things that we should acknowledge exist…and then vanquish! Bad things don’t go away by themselves. And Santa definitely gets his just desserts here! Warning: Don’t read if … Read the full article…

The truth may be bitter but sharing it is sweet!

South Africa’s Version of ‘American Pie’

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South Africa’s version of the song ‘American Pie’, to be imagined in the voice of David Kramer… South African Pie Goodbye, South African pie drove my Volksie to the tollbooth ’til my pockets were dry Thought next time i’d catch a plane in the sky This will be the day that i cry This will be the day that i cry Goodbye, South African pie, my DA politician said, “I promise” but that was a lie, housing faraway so the poor must die This will be the month that i … Read the full article…

The truth may be bitter but sharing it is sweet!

The One & Only (The Human Race)

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Chatsworth to Sezela Knysna to forever Does it matter, your birth? We’re all from this earth Durban to Mafikeng Sandton to Soweto From apartheid to democracy We decide our worth Chorus [sung like a children’s rhyme by children] Stand in your place and name your face Subscriptions are welcome to One human race Moscow to Istanbul Mumbai to New York City We’re getting out of breath With hundreds still left Beijing, Ho Chi Minh, Tokyo, Rio and Jerusalem Every city rhyming with sin stand up, sign your name in Bridge … Read the full article…

The truth may be bitter but sharing it is sweet!