South Africa
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This war we intend to fight,
you see not the downcast caused by it?
With screeching throats and bellowing weapons,
women and children no longer weep cobalt oceans
but a flood of crimson instead.
From the Boiling Point
In the Glory of Morning
Faced with a Stairway to Heaven
We Travel with Gulliver
In Overland Trucks
None shall be caught in Hades’ Toilet Bowl
For we feed on manna
My words tend to be abrasive
sometimes abusive.
They are painful and will wear you down
it’s like sandpaper versus toilet paper
When Afrika is seen not heard
All mothers mewl for they are so
With Afrika portrayed absurd
A father’s place is soon let go
While Afrika by fools is tamed
That brother hunts for joy with lead
I have orated to the lay
about the dangers of AIDS
& how every books page
brings you a step closer to getting paid
I have recited to the rich
about a large poverty ditch
I make music for talk radio
Sounds which bring a sting
You better get strapped in
this is strictly poetry
You’ll find no sixteen bar forms
or punch line platforms
and I’m still the illest poet
Six feet under,
never known.
A memoir of a kingdom, that will never get their land.
They will never understand, this very feeling that we have
because our root gave birth again,
for our past is a poem,
murdered by the hand, of death,
and our worth, diminished.
Our hearts were wild,
and free. Royalty!
portrayed as a mere,
fluke; death to them,
they shunted; Pain.
:tell me who we are!
and what the future
holds for us.
why the skin we wear,
is gold.
But through the decades
we were sold.
Our tales not told
and hearts from bold,
to weak.
BEHOLD!
Some has it easier than others,
Some has it not,
Some were raised by their mothers,
and some their own hath forgot.
How can You just spectate this shameful game?Sit back and watch Your creation go down the drainAs they pass the torch of Hell’s burning flameIs this somehow my fault? Or, who’s to blame? You’ve let this game go on too long
Who’s that knocking at the door?Ug! I don’t want to deal with him anymore!I thought I was done with him – the past is in the pastBut he keeps lingering and his stench continues to last
I should not be bitter
I should not be green
I do not even know my fate
But I see you around the globe
I see you.
I see your charmed life
I see your opportunities
I see
