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