Stop looking over your neighbour’s wall.

Then running to tell all

What you discover

And seek to uncover

The mystery as to the source of your neighbour’s wealth

Bothering them until it affects their health.

“Why did you buy that,” you often say

Reminding black people that there is a price to pay

For having black as the colour of their skin

They are judged harshly when white people say, “your kin.”

Are dying of hunger in the township

As if you were the one who cracked the whip.

That hurt and oppressed people for so long

Now you’re judged with intent to do harm.

“How can you dress in designer suits and clothes

With Prada and Breitling and who else knows

“How dare you flaunt your hard work!”

“It’s obvious that you shirk,”

Your responsibility for the poor in this land

Even if it wasn’t by your hand.

So, a question to white folk

Even those that consider themselves woke

Why do black people have to pay for your sins?

And be unable to celebrate their wins.

In peace and harmony, you often cry out for

Yet, you live your life, without the score.

Having been settled to what was owing

Black people are now blamed with you knowing.

That they practice ubuntu in every way

Paying off deficits every day

From a system in which they were oppressed

But now, being judged by the way they dressed.

“Help your people they are in need.”

Are they not your people too indeed

Did you not say you’re South African by birth?

Then surely the poor is your responsibility and worth.

The sacrifices you have to make in your personal life

To soothe the anger and the strife.

To help and uplift them as we do

And why aren’t you condemning the Ruperts and the Oppenheimer too? 

Or is it only black people that deserve your ire

While navigating their way through the quagmire.

Your bias is evident in the way you judge.

And point fingers and nudge

Everyone to look in the direction of the well dressed black man

But ignoring the white man as he stands.

In all his riches and refinement that was built

On the backs of those suited black men with no guilt

The cars they drive makes you stop and say

How dare that black person be that way

Don’t they know their brother is poor and dying?

Yet not once to stop the lying.

Why are you not compelled to help when they ask?

Is he not your brother even if his skin colour is dark?

Gucci seems to offend you only on a black mans back. 

Could your bias be accustomed to black people showing their lack?

It is equality and equity that needs to shift.

Not every successful black person required to lift

Black people from the depths of despair

By your refusal to share

What never belonged and was stolen

So why the need to see black people broken?

In mind and in dress

When it wasn’t their mess. 

A fancy suit should not offend you.

Fight against racism and inequality, which is long overdue.