Poetry

While visiting Voortrekker road
to buy a brand new car
a man lying on the sidewalk catches my eye
and he is stripped naked.
I notice that he is from another race,
his glasses lie next to him, his possessions are missing
and he is barely conscious,
severely wounded, is almost knocked-out cold.
The white car shines where it’s waiting,
when the pastor drives past waving,
a elder slows down and accelerates
and there is an odd painful moan
that comes over the man’s broken lips
when I call for an ambulance and feel speechless.