Big man the Lantern

You think it still burns?
the candle in the wind;
As another gust
of life's foul breath
many candles lie
smitten, smothered, smut.

As another BMW
crushes the blind lady of justice
under its wheels,
As another gunshot
in the empty corridors
of the nation's conscience
and eyes forget what they see,
Big man the lantern,
small man the mombati ...