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.