King Rhodes your daughter is bleeding.
Will you turn a blind eye?
Will you repeat your mistakes again,
shuffle her away, keep her hidden, let her die?
Because if you shove your head in the sand,
it did not happen right?
You can’t be guilty of enabling rape,
if you hide her out of sight?
But you protect Amnon, your fave
your dudebro, your firstborn:
Glowing Adonis, he that embodies rape,
Why should he attract scorn?
You who turn a blind eye, King Rhodes,
to the injustice in your court:
your complicit violence will be the end of you.
Your reign will be cut short.
South Africa rise up and console your kin;
from Johannesburg to the Cape,
believe your brothers and sisters;
the survivors of rape.