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Sugar In The Petrol Tank
From Successor by Anthonie Tonnon
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Sugar in the petrol tank
There wasn't a lot that could be done
For your Land Rover
It's at peace at the mechanic's
Dreaming of Africa
And when you drank from the bitter part of her
Your arteries seized
And you were reborn
In the blood and water
That came rushing to free them
Now you're wrestling with visions
You see her clothed in the colours of your kingdom
In the gilded portraits that hang
In the restaurants of your countrymen
This city is a test
For the son of a boundless privilege
They shout from cars or
They pretend you don't exist
But she found you
She loved you
For your honour, for your wisdom and
You had to take it out on someone
Sugar in the petrol tank
Intelligence tells you
The gas becomes a treacle-like substance
That she came up in the hardest suburbs
And you laughed when you pictured the image
Broken down on the drawbridge
Holding up ships and traffic
All around the river
And all your tantrums, your
Giraffes and elephants
Your planes and arcade games
She wore a blindfold
Now you're kneeling
Before her sword and scales
The city is a test
For the son of a boundless privilege
They shout from cars or
They pretend you don't exist
But she found you
She loved you
For your honor, for your wisdom and
You always took it out on someone
So go on and jump
From the highest point
Let the army come
To catch your fall in a bed of swan's feathers
And carry you home
Or send them off
Claim a throne of your own
Free under the river to dream of a shop
In the southern suburbs
A place to hang a portrait up