AFRICAN BLUES

my humble apology
i have got a heart as heavy as the moon
my heart beat is a rhythm of ancient warriors
i feel the tears of slaves
whose righteous price has never been paid
the blood streaming into rivers and ocean
from the human sacrifice that was never sacred

in the so called brand new day
the sky is still blue and I still feel the pinch of yester year
i can feel the rhythm of miners digging cullinan II
while the queen smiles and embrace the African stone
the wealth and wellness of mzansi
pouched by the passing voices of the wild wild west

the major rape of mother Africa
filthy stinking hands poking and pouching
the bare private parts of lady Africa
and like a sodomized angel
she was left to give birth to starving babies
and fighting guerrillas
waging metal gods designed by demons

the African blood flows
for diamond, for a piece of land
for the right to peace
democracy and cracy demonstrations
the blood still flows even in a brand new day
…flows
…blood
the un-healing scars of our times.

Another Farmer

Thereby the hot sunny southern sun
The farmer toil the land
In the fertile womb of the earth
Farmer Hofmeyr toils the land
Madam Botes bites her share
The two and many others
Sow the seed
Planting what many fought to rid off our land
For decades of blood sweat and tears

Sowing the seed of racism
In words prophetic of tribal segregation
Sounds of barbaric philosophies
The scholars of apartheid
Breathing to life
The monster we stood as a nation against
Breathing to life the spirit of division
With their vulgar thoughts
They tint the beautiful image
Of our southern comfort
Bringing home discomfort

Sowing the seed of hate
In times when the world
Yearn for peace and love
When the global village preaches
Peace and harmony
Choosing to forget
The one side of the coin they spinning
They forget the injustice
In their eyes white becomes angelic
Black demonic

One track mind
One sided thoughts
Vulgar thoughts
Preached by the weak
Who so much want to believe
That they are above the rest
Above reproach
But until our prisons are free of whites
We might as well believe
We are the same…

Political Truth

Two words almost clashes
Tongue gets slippery
Tongue gets rolling
Words spoken like religion
Repeated like a prayer
Sworn like it’s the velvet truth
This service words
Spoken by wealth hunters
Hunting for popularity
Preaching policies
Making promises publicly
Making threats privately

Polished speeches
Makes preachers envy
Tongue turning sorrow
Into hope, making tomorrow
Seem brighter and this
My friend this
This is the Political Truth

It fades like paint drying
Like pictures in the dark
What once was ain’t no more
Politically it is still a success
Buttering their own bread in both side
They rewrite their empty promises
Presents them as full delivery
Convincing the masses that
It ain’t the same any more

Convincing the masses that it would get better
Definitely it does, but for who
So they start penning down blames
Gathering those they can point at
As they continue to feed the nation with
The political truth,

But what is the Political truth you ask,

Joe thinks it’s the flashy presidential ride,
The blue light convoy,
Hotel lifestyle
Hot air life style
Whore ass life style

Political what?
The international trips
Mining rights and wrongs
Big deals in china,
Sorry meant to say for your chana
Elevaton of own images
on posters and walls
seeking fame like a pop-star

the luxury
the fame
the women
and the men too for the women’
exchenge of favors
making sure mzansi continue to belong
to the elite few
while the rest
squatter at the feet of success
with no hope for tomorrow
except for when tomorrow is election day
and the nation is pregnant with hope
only to give birth to the next
still born “Freedom”


Political truth
Is the question mark
On why there is more resolutions
Than actions…
On why employments figures are shocking
In such a big successful country
It’s the why hospitals are feared
The why school kids are raped in school yards

The why our nation is constantly on strike
The why are the fat cats getting fatter and fatter
While the masses gets finer and finer
Dizzier and dizzier

Blue light convoy…
Another, mp?
Oh, it’s the cop
Where is my bribe wallet?
This is the political liar!!

Crying no more…

sometimes it is a choice
especially when tears are simply
free falling water streams
pushed out by
deceptive thoughts
artistic emotions
devious intentions
conspiring minds

when the tongue tells a lie
and the tale is received
by an audience of haters
whose appetite feeds on
another man’s downfall
or presumed weakness
cruel critics of life
the I told you saw “crew”

playing with water
playing the mental game
holding hostage with only
emotions and water streams
digging a hole for a fellow
calling it business as usual
and hoping the audience will believe
the one and only one told side of a story!!

Taking a stroll out of my mind

I took a stroll out of my mind
To think insane thoughts of the toll of life
Reaching deep for private motivation
In this life where inspiration seem negative
Where the positive seem to be
Only positive about being negative
My thinking feet becomes heavier
The pursue of goodness and greatness
Diminishes in the world full of greedy lust
Lust that turns dreams to dust
Tears to mud, tender touches to murder

A stroll out of my mind
Left me mindlessly fearing dreams
Wishing I had wings
To help me fly across the world
In search of internal, eternal peace
But being the simple mortal my body aches
As my heart ponder, what’s the purpose of life,
What is the livelihood of a thought?
Is it just random pictures strolling in our minds?
Is there purpose to all of this?

and so, I started walking back into my mind
Wondering weather I should continue
Spending each day as its predecessor
Or maybe I should chase dreams
Desire only the finest and immaculate
Or should I take to the preaching of the moon
Be humbled by fine weathers
Maybe beam in the gloom of life
So I stepped back into my mind.

That Man

That Man…

…if he says he love you

And you say “You do too”

Hope you don’t mean

“You love yourself too”

…if he says he will die for you

You smile and kiss him

Hope you don’t wish he actually do

…if he ask for your hand in marriage

“What is mine is yours…”

and you cry

Let them be true, innocent tears

…when he says,

“I put my life in your hands”

Be gentle and don’t squeeze it out

Of his body with your actions and doing

…if he fart and say I am sorry

And you say you forgive him

Let it go and forget

Don’t keep kicking the dog when it’s down

Even if it is only just your dog.

That Man,

…if he speaks gently and kind to you

If he speaks to your soul

Somehow makes you wet with desires

“and” you know he is all you want, cherish him

And if you say you love him

Maybe just let him know

Beware of words sometimes they are hallow

So speak gently with your actions

And let him know

After all He is just a man

And what does a man know!

Falling stars

when true stars fall on the surface of the earth,
they leave a mark that for years will amuse human nature
while the impact of a crashing star is actually devastating
for those around when the catastrophic event occur

the eternal mark of this phenomena remain precious
to those who will come to inherit as years go by.

but human stars falling,
make envious people smile as they fall
and the bottom to which they land on
bears no damage, danger or pain
but only pain to the butt they land on

when human stars fall,
the only thing that glitter and burns
is the flash light of the camera
as the news’s hawks collect the remains
mocking of a career or life gone wrong

falling stars…
while shooting stars spread their glowing colors
in the fast passing historic moment
there are those you wait anxious
for the time in space when they hit their landing gear

but we all are stars,
with the flaming life that should spark above the rest once in time
then slowly diminish out of side
or crash out of life…
and weather you are waiting and laughing at others
you sure are too running out of time
glow like a miracle, and when you crash
crash like a star,
when you fade,
don’t go down like a candle in the light
fade like a midnight star,
fade like the milky-way just before dawn.

Magical keys and chords

This one is to all great fingers
Taping guitar strings to make
Soul full taps and harmonic sounds
Wrapping memories
Creating heavens in unusual spaces

To angelic voices soothing our ears
While massaging our thoughts
Stimulating our minds
Beautiful moments in awkward times

Gentle howling of strings
As the Godly fingers slowly tussle
Them one by one, conducting
That healing melody
Soothing emotional scars with sound therapy

I thank you for the music

Thank you for the immaculate sounds

Rhythmic heroes whose heart beats
Beat in the hearts of the nation
Who’s soothing hands defeated guns
Who’s taping feet sends the world dancing

Maestros of sounds
Masters chefs to our ears appetite
Those who feed us in style
Makers of dreams and memories

I thank you

Be a super star

To your mom and dad

Or even mama and papa

Or mother and father

To your brothers and sisters

And every of your special person

Be a super star

Let them remember your name

Like an icon of substance

Let them admire you

Like a spark of a miracle

This little audience ain’t hard to please

Drop a line when least expected

Cut the crap and remember home

And just be there for no reason

Even when your least expected

Most of all don’t sleep

Without saying goodnight

Be a superstar, make a show

And make them laugh

After all they love you too

Be the man, be the starring

And feature in their lives

After all the script is yours to write

Be a super star, be a somebody

When You Let Me Down

When You Let Me Down

My heart cracks,

some cracks will heal

others will become scars

a permanent reminder

that not all is well

that this ain’t perfect

like aging walls

the cracks open way

for unwanted inhabitants

to penetrate through

messing this special thing

making me weak

making me no more meek

fragments or our fragile hearts

keeps our bodies going one more steps

but how long can this wreckage

withstand the withering weather

when you let me down

and maybe because I deserve it

think of the dust that will never settle

think of the ache that may never heal

and if you and I are to share tomorrow

will you survive the rough of my tears

the storm that my heart will brew

will you survive?

When you let me down

and maybe I am no better man

maybe I too let you down

will this cutting and biting

make any of us better

or are we drowning

in the dungeon of our mistakes

where we can’t escape our pity emotions

when I let you down

think of when you let me down

maybe forgive my short sight

maybe forgive my imperfections

maybe this way we both will heal

i believe

i believe in the silver line,

that behind every tarnishing storm

there is some calamity and greatness

that man are not all lost

and that where there is a way

there is a navigator

and that alligators can be avoided

that we are not void

i believe in sunshine

and blue skies

that all pain is temporary

i believe we are here for a reason

i believe that each and every one of us

is an entity and embodiment

of life and God’s will

i believe………

Free "DOM" fight us

they fight for mineral rights
for tenders and grants
feeding millions with illusions
as they rise on the corporate
snakes and ladder
using acquired roles
to rule the masses
while slowly
stealing millions
making head lines
harassing the media
for the head line
once more
using state power
to inject pain
to the butt of their critics
using millions to elude the masses
gradually they have grown
untouchable
untameable
unspeakable

free “dom” fight us
this minority of intellects
undermines the intellect
of the masses,
hence all the mess,
all the merciless acts
barbaric tactics
that enriches the few
while they continue to attend
lobal conference on hunger in Africa
with their hot bellies
they spread word
on how Africa suffers
yet they are the bottle neck
of wealth distribution
they redirect what belongs to the masses
to their own smaller masses
or may I say, messes.

Free “dom” fight us

Terror succumbed to tenders

From terrorist to tenderisers
while frying us with their lies

They crossed boarders fighting for freedom of the human race
Fleeing from their homes hopping for better tomorrow
The nation lifting them high singing their slogans
Fighting their battle from within the beast’s womb
in time the feast of immoral minds crashed
Freedom like an orphan born to families of my land
Born to be raised, born to be fed, born to be appreciated
Ecstasy as songs of jubilation cuts through my African sky

Gradually we became different
As we advanced freedom Africa dreamt of
we stray away from the core of our very existence
Now in the wake of a new day
The day of terror is once more dawning
This time comrades are backstabbing each other
With fork and knifes on their queue to feasting
From a meal they should be dishing out to their nation.
Firing and hiring are orders of the new day
Friends become colleagues and subordinates

It is payback time...
Tenders falling like manna only to specific hands
Those that can properly spell the word “CHIEF”
While applying that specific hand shake,
Yes you got it, the million Rands handshake
That is always awarded as the term is prematurely terminated
as originally intended...

the nation looks on
with much disbelief but very little comprehension
the masters of the game continues securing rights
it is the time...
...the time
for tenders to succumb to terrorists.
Never mind the submission of whatalula commission
The mission is simple, freedom fighters are feasting
after all they have been hungry for so long,
otherwise we couldn’t be here...

Remember the injustice

Remember the injustice
remember the pain
lest we forget
they will teach us lies
tell my native tales
with foreign utterances
confusing my children
while using my parents
lest we forget

Let’s all forgive them
forget not the story
teach the children
to love one another
no matter the colour
the future is theirs
don’t take it away

don’t destroy tomorrow today
so remember tomorrow today
take care of tomorrow today

rivers are running dry
let your tears run dry too
but remember the pitfalls
and teach the children
to walk safer
to talk safer
and to fear less

stand up upright man
stand for your victory
don’t look away
as it fades away
strike hard at the persisting enemies
don’t fear the evil man
upright man, stand tall
stand firm
and shake the devils feet
shake the downpressor man

stand firm
for children born without a say
whose legal rights is defended by fools
in presence of the righteous man
whose self-righteous belief
makes him just another fool

walk tall
for my native spirits
defend the forgotten
tell their tales
to man of oceans
and rivers and mountains far and near
tell the tales of yesterday
affirm the position of my native society
in today’s infested social debates
be the one who shall preserve the face of humanity
in this blood sucking, money hungry
selfish times…

…remember tomorrow today
stand firm and fight
for the freedom of the “Nation”
teach values to set minds free
let my children know that
“I” without “U”
is incomplete
hold another ones arm
and affirm brotherhood
for it’s time we burry the barrels
and put pieces of peace together
to attain eternal and immortal peace

Crying shadows

Weeping for freedom in the wake of sudden fear
Tears rolling like rivers running crazy
Hearts running faster and faster, closer and closer to death
The earth is dying and the monster is breeding
As the human culture continue to play with fire

Human fear is disguised with loud music
Roaring drums and marimbas
Sharp horns pierce through the ear
Jubilating songs in the time of despair
While they soothe the hearts and free the minds
The danger is still imminent,
The world may still explode

From platonic and atomic bombs and relations
This world awaits a time and moment
When the two get to explode
And because of that
We mend soldiers and fighters
Buy favors and weapons off mass destruction

The silent shadow stares with fear
Of possible self destruction
That this same human race may cause
To all generations and species and shadows

TORO YA ME YA AFRICA

Toro ya me ya Africa
Has been compromised by colonialism
I dreamt of Africans discovering themselves,
of African nations building their own society.
Communities being the building blocks
from which the continental Nation is build

Empa, toro ya me
has been compromised by international ideals
ideals that seek to leave
me feeling silly
my humanity is questioned
by those who caused my continent
un-qualified and non-quantified injustice

with their models of what I should become
they destroyed the vision of my skin
tamed my wilderness with modern nonsense
while smiling at me teaching me this language
now I am writing this
more than I do Setswana sa ga lowe
more than I do puo ya ga mme

toro ya me ya Africa
has been severely molested
by intruding cultures
that have no moral decency
cultures that brought to my shores
moral decay and hunger and anger

i am not angry
it doesn’t matter any more
it is now only a nightmare

My Africa

My Africa
She is a beauty
her love filled bosom
raise strong and gentle sons and daughters
an iconic beauty that stand tall amongst the rest
even her scarred face shine
brighter than sunshine
even more brighter than the midnight star
her smile cuts through as a lightning
bright and often dangerous like a rose
like a rose she arose thoughts and feelings
often feared by many
her gentle hills and hips
are to be touched with care
her voice echoes in the ears
of those who care to listen
like a song
a dear melody
worthy to be heard
quite a listening pleasure

My Africa
she is a queen
released from slavery for eternity
she is firm on her ground
singing songs of freedom
reminding those who forgot
that she is still the Jungle Queen
the one who fought
wars through years of abusive governance
once tortured, robbed and enslaved
now she is the queen of freedom
her songs resonate across the entire sphere
as songs for freedom
her voice is the voice of humanity

table mountain standing tall
mount Kilimanjaro hailing liberty
the nile flowing with peace
victoria falling in love
across the desert field
into the gold fields
she sings for freedom
in a day born as new
for her babies to rise
and I shall repeat
arise sons and daughters of soil
arise sons and daughters of soul
arise sons and daughters of Africa!!

Did you do it alone, “Tata”?

My humble apology,
allow me to ask,
perhaps an unfair question,
to such a stalwart, such a great leader
but “tata” I am left with disbelief
these people tell me you are different
they tell me you freed mzanzi
by yourself or with a little help
but I can hear these people
telling their offspring
that “You” are not like us
that “You” are a saint
a man send from straight above
to free the silly nation
that cannot count
add or multiply
“Tata”, is it true
that you are greater than your skin
that you did not take from your forefathers
that you had no brothers holding your arm
as you wrestle the beast
with your bare hand
that you walked the long walk by yourself?

I do recall the names of other legends
nation builders, even your own mentors
and as I recall the many names
I wonder, when did you became the greatest
and the rest become the smallest
the forgotten soldiers of the one movement
the very movement that today landed a golden spoon in your family mouth
the one movement that I remember was meant to free Africa and its offspring
perhaps I skipped a chapter in history
or maybe I am just miseducated

sweeping clean the street

no Master, allow me to apologies

for I thought you were my protector
little did i know that you are my detractor
sorry I forgot it isn’t personal , you are just contracted
told and ordered by the deceiving dictator

master i am a little distracted
i wonder why i am restricted
by this foreign evil creator’s instructions

it was nice master when we all celebrated
a couple of years ago, when we all felt liberated
when we felt extremely victorious
now everyone seems simply vicious

and i whose face is pale and dry
have to make way before the world makes it here
i am forsaken for i am considered unfitting and dirty
my master believe i can no longer be here

hence I feel like an orphan hidden in the back room
as guest dine and wine in the leaving room
what is so awful about my poverty
i am no thief nor murderer i am just poor

i see you clean well
with your guns you sweep souls like dirt
wish you could sweep the parliament
rid all scum and their scams and leave me alone!

all I can do is to paint the town
dull, gray, and dirty black and pink
i am just a constant reminder
of vicious acts the world would like to forget!!

Sing Along Somebody

Somebody,

Anybody,

sing me a sweet song

Something gentle

Something smooth

Something soothing

I would like to jive

To the rise of jembes

The melodies of

roaring marimbas

My heart beat

Yearn for earthly

Sounds of harmony

The rhythm of hands clapping

Feet stamping

Come on my Africa

Clap, clap and stamp

Let your voice rise

Soothe the ears of the world

Ease the tension in between

With your harmonic wisdom

Sing, somebody

sing ,anybody

sing, everybody

sing,

I sing

Sing along!

shadow of my heart

come with me to a place in my private space

where the shadow of my heart reside

come lean on my shoulder where peace obtained citizenship

where your worries will be held in my two arms

and your burden will be lifted out of your way.

come with me...

to a place only you may enter

a place in the shadow of my heart

where the hot summer day is filtered as per your desire

where your sweet heart will no no pain by my hands

your royal highness, your mighty crown awaits you

come be the queen and I the servant shall serve you

I will be your Knight if you let me

I will brighten your nights just let me

my soul is bare and in your arms

my heart is pure and all yours

come with me to a place where the shadow of my heart rules

where every thought is inspired by your spark

where your glow is welcomed as heavenly gift

come light my fire...!

like a midnight star

let him go…

like the star that fades as the morning wakes

at dawn as dogs stops to bug the moon and shadows

to a place where maybe hearts will hurt no more

to a place where another human can no longer cause pain

like a midnight star

memories remain

the pleasant one I shall cherish

time spent with shall be remembered only in honor

as friends we shall tell stories with smiles

of a great friend maybe even shed a tea

still I thank God for having given the chance

to be in company of a greater person

at night as we count stars

i know yours will be shinning amongst the best

hope you are at peace now…

I sigh

as the world takes turns to hurt my heart, I sigh,
my leaders look at me with discontent hearts,
disliking the sound of my presence,
and the aroma of my existence,
i am the son of soil
born in the kraal of the world
in the arms of humanity
i am son of the world
given birth by mother nature
yet
i am a constant reminder of things gone wrong
i the African prince
i eat from the palms of the earth
my stomach has become the dustbin of my molesters
the veryones who took my every thing
only to mix it with their dirt
and sell it back to me
as magnificent designer that,
designer, my foot
i sigh,

The passing of Terry

A giant in his own rights or wrongs

Hero to some, and zero to others

In the arms of youth lost his tooth and a life

With very little dignity left

He became a victim of circumstances

He do be creating or harnessing

Is this racism, self defense or crime

Or is it that the chicken had come home to roast

That maybe the pot that has been brewing in his backyard

Is finally ready to be served to the master

I can only imagine, the minor serving the master

The final offering, is this really murder

Or could it be that we all are mad

Easter tears on white faces of my motherland

Reminding me of the Easter tears on African faces

When the honey was stolen from my African tea

A giant in his own rights or wrongs

A leader to his own, surely you will be remembered

By some as the constant reminder of hate and apartheid

By others as a father of the Afrikaners

To the prison warders who once locked your doors as another convict

Many more will remember many more

But uncle terry ain’t no more…

dust to dust - ashes to ashes

all passes in time,

the frail may have their hearts beaten

but the beast will too meet its maker

down to the ground

down to the ground

ashes to ashes

dust to dust

dust is dust whether beast full or beautiful

and all dust will pass in due time

from heroes to zeros

soldiers and slaves

presidents and residents

comrades and cowards

minors and miners

masters and misters

mistresses and ministers

dust to dust, ashes to ashes

we all will one day fade from the face of the earth

just one day, another day some day,

we will see the passing of time

when time is ripe for each of us

through wagons of fire

weapons of mass destruction

atomic

asagais

rattling guns

bitter love

sweet lust

romance

racism

critism

something

some day

will push one of us,

and another one,

and another one

till the passing of time come to pass no more

Zoom zoom, gimme some, gimme more

Darling mzanzi…gimme more,

gimme more,

gimme more time,

gimme more love,

I would love to abuse you,

Sorry, meant to say, I will like to hold you,

hold you tight squeeze your last breath,

suck your sweet dry lips until you burst with draught

I am your lover trust me you won’t die

Don’t panic, you in my arms,

I promise I won’t disappoint you

I will do as you expected as you feared

Don’t worry you ain’t going to die…

Gimme more so you live

I will live in abundance for you my dear

Don’t worry about your struggle

Don’t worry about your old thorn rags

Just gimme more,

gimme more of the less you have

don’t you know I am the father of the nation?

Gimme more kisses on the ballot paper

I need more

To keep you down to your position

With my empty promises

Now come on don’t cry

You know I lied,

Come on,

you didn’t believe me, did you?

really now, free education,

affordable electricity

I am not Baas what will I milk?

If not your tits, meant your bank!!

No Angry Just Hungry

i thought for a second,

a second felt longer

as my hunger

command anger

as danger

rise from within my burning arteries.

in a moment i leaped for hope

as desires like rising seas

engulf my sense of commonness

leaving the lean part of me

starving,

leaning on the shoulders of death.

I struggle to take a breath

of fresh air,

still i do not feel fresh

my stake feels stale

even the wilderness desires me no more

i watch with dismay

as my babies starve to death

while the riches of my woump

feeds the bellies of my haters.

I wish they could choke on it.

I keep repeating,

a luta continua, aluta continua

but a lot continues

a lot continue

my babies continue cry

my tears to feel my rivers

my ... still contiues.

my dignity still is the door mat

with which the world wipes it's

stinking, rottern smelling...

...she eat,

i eat from underneath the masters table

the remains and dirt of the devils lunch

and hope God is watching over me!

THE BEASTFULL BEAUTIFUL BEE

BE EI EI

Like a bee in a beehive

houses shinning with gold, honey and jelly

they stand upright in world abroad claiming to represent the majority

while fulfilling their selfish quest to enter the Forbes list of riches

they continue to dine and wine with their counterparts from the other color

as they continue to squeeze tight the world’s budget for their greater benefit.

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The bee

that sting with its deceitful handshake,

it rallies with the poor once in every five seasons

making promises of a better tomorrow, hope and prosperity

then disappear into the limelight, red carpets, vip lounges

as they rip the rewards we gladly awarded them…

with our humbled “X”

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Black…

brother don’t be

the bee that beast its own flesh and blood

in an empty quest full of earthly mystifying dreams

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black sister don’t fall blind to thoughts of denting whiteness

that seeks to confuse your blackness

my bee’s brothers and sisters

reach deep in your soul for the strength to survive

the cause that seek to convert your spirit to that of a hyena!

the cause that seeks to give you a ride in the gravy train

of mass murders, deception and lies!

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Give it up brother

sure I have never seen your face

neither have I seen that of your sons and daughters

nor that of your graceful wife

and even though I have never seen your people

their plight like a light cannot be hidden

History knows you once were a true African,

a man who fought the white beast to free

the soul of his African clan

What ever happened to the food basket of the world

how did this become a banana country

where mambo jumps bambo

indeed i do not aim to criticize

however I am puzzled as death resides in your door step

Master you must be tired of waving your arm

to chaise the houseflies smelling blood in your reign

Give it up brother

it ain't worth it any more

the basket is empty

even the bananas no longer grow in your backyard

soon there will be nothing

cacth a call, wake up brother

from an African to another,

give it up it aint worth it anymore!

Where has the Hero gone to!?

The battle field looks nasty
what the politicians are cooking ain't tasty
my body shivers as they sing their promise
at heart I do feel like crying as they are believed
but this flock of selfserving wealthy men
was once the spear of the nation
once they cried our tears
but now they sucking our blood
as they reward themself for what some call
the trouble they have been trough
as they fought the evil historical beast

they lust every cent that exist
and they know we havent learnt to judge them
their greatest shield our desire to protect freedom
and the only freedom we know is black
how can they ever loose
how can we ever abandon them
our heroes, those who intend to loose us
as they build multi billion mansions
in expensive surburbs while they
plant match boxes in townships all over the place
with little intuation or thought to what they do
they continue to enforce the clustering of people by wealth
yet they are counting on us
to hand them their golden tickets to the gravy train

we lifted them before
we will lift them again
better the devil we know right!
i ain't coping no complaining
this is the way of life...there aint heroes anymore
everybody is scratching his own bellies
and thsi bellies are bottomless
hence this hunger is never going
those with little hands are the endangered spicies
the bigger hands are fast and furiuos
you should see them on our roads
they overtake and take over us
are these our heroes...flashing blue lights
in black elegant rides forcing us off the road

may the real heroes please stand up!

Dead chants of freedom…

Dead chants of freedom…

The chants of freedom faded into the night of passing times

as soldiers are no longer born

boys learn how to toy with guns

intellectual lectures on morality and blackness

replaced with stories beginning with “In our times”

as the teller continues to gallop sick sweet poison

with a bar toddler on his lap commenting “Sweet Sugar”

The chants of freedom buried with the dead of 93

forums of today discuss freedom to sin

as in freedom to kill the innocent dependent

before they even see the light of the day

the closet sinners demand to be appreciated

and the law dance to their tune

men shall point another with his stick

and woman shall father a man.

Rhythm of the dead chant

as metal sounds melt the night away

young revelers black and white

dazzle in the mix of substance

dirty smokes in the air

as we jam to our intoxication

panties down no mangamanga business

tomorrow we shall tow the tac line

I lament the death of freedom chants!!!

What is sinner's sigh all about...

There are times when creative juices seem to flow trough my brain and though I am not a writer nor a poet at times I do find myself with desires to share the offspring's of my thoughts with the world. From now on I will hang all my mental lingerie here and I do hope you do not laugh at the holes in them.