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This document appears to be a collection of poems and reflections on various topics including oppression, violence, hypocrisy, spirituality, love, and the human condition. Some key themes that emerge are the negative impacts of materialism, corruption of leaders, importance of reconnecting with spiritual roots, and healing from emotional wounds.

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VOICES IN TURBULENCE HAPPINESS IN THE GUTTER The mark of the beast It is upon us The future was there There in the past That was the foundation These one dimensional creatures Negating those teachings of old The seed that fell upon the rock The seed choked by the thorns Today we still are blind Blinded by material things Gaining the world The pursuit of silver and gold Rearing hideous goblins These are the echoes of revelations TWICE RAPED The indelible scars Aftermath of a heinous crime Raped first by a foreign bandit Next raped by kith and kin The trauma shall subside That time is not far AFRIKA IGNITE These little boys They deserve a spanking A rod for a fool’s back Time tested wisdom Clinging to western greed Cape to Cairo, they need a spanking Keeping us far apart Respecting Berlin Conference borders 1
Still reducing this giant to a dwarf Forsaking this foundation of civilization Those dreams shall come to fruition THE MYTH SHATTERED The drongo did it first Pecking at those horns That myth was shattered The myth of invincibility King Owl had no horns after all The rest is history as they say That time is not far The writing is now on the wall The moment of crowning is now at hand WHAT WILL BE SHALL BE Some day I will sit In the coolness of the shade The shade of a leafy tree I will sing this song This song of freedom That whirls continually in me I will light my *spliff Give thanks and praises To my forever giving Creator The children will sing along We all will dance in joy We all will celebrate our emancipation *ganja or marijuana cigar or cigarette NATION BUILDERS They jumped over the fences They jumped over the hedges They scaled the walls Through the back door They came in droves The gate crushers took over They distributed the food They distributed the drinks They gobbled the bulk of the food 2
Their greed they exhibited The gate crushers are at it SPEAKING TO POSTERITY Will they listen to me When they cannot listen to themselves When they brutally trample that ant voice The ant voice deep within themselves All faith in them I have lost Those stories of old are alive The fire in the hearth I rekindle The present chooses not to listen Let me talk to the future Maybe one soul may listen This nation needs the healing Some day someone will listen A VISIT Ominous it was Shook me by the roots The roots of my existence That it did The violent storm The bolt of lightning struck The gigantic tree uprooted All those lives were spared Then calm returned Then I talked of those prayers I was smote by their disbelief Like a tortoise I withdrew into my shell BEHIND THE GLAMOUR AND GLITTER These pathetic creatures Is this the humanity The senseless wars everywhere For gold on their fingers Gold around their necks The blood behind the diamonds The blood shed for the crude oil These pathetic creatures This is part of the exorcism 3
CAUTION What warped nationalism is this What warped pan Africanism is this Pretending to fight this imperialism By night selling the sacred inheritance Betraying those bones not yet interred Betraying that blood not yet dry Keeping fellow citizens in chains The chains of fear and poverty Holding out trinkets to sycophants And the ubiquitous opportunists I reject this blind pan Africanism Clapping and ululating to aid violence Now in the vortex of violence Aiding black on black violence, yes To spite the enslavers, colonizers, imperialists See they hide behind revolutionary rhetoric Their deception is destined for the dung heap FOR THE DUNG HEAP There is no meal here Too late to salvage anything This fish is rotten The foul stench From the head to the tail To the garbage can Take it there fast AFTERMATH OF THE WAR When the war is over Remember to appease their spirits Those that became food for the crocodiles Those whose bones are in the sand In the river bed of the Limpopo Those that the murderous gangs preyed on Remember all those children Shot and killed or maimed on the farms Those that languish in apartheid jails Those that adopted new names Those that turned to prostitution There hoping to find redemption Many that succumbed to the scourge 4
Remember to appease their spirits OMITTED LESSONS Question the relevance Tear up the certificates New lessons beckon The syllabi omitted these The viciousness of the crocodiles Swimming across the flooded river Negotiating with hordes of robbers This is the sound of reality Giving bribes to law enforcers Crawling under the razor wire The dexterity of scaling electric fences These are the lessons they omitted SMOTE Egoli Where is the gold Those bright city lights To me it is a dark, dank cave Perhaps a nightmare Where is the sweet dream With the cops in hot pursuit This cat and mouse game Some kind of Russian roulette Standing in the middle of the road Selling a plethora of newspapers Headlines screaming about border jumpers About the xenophobia About the grinding poverty back home Chasing after the elusive rand Amai what has become of me A corpse under mounds of frustration REALITY CHECK- UMPTEENTH TIME The truth shall set you free The preacher man said so The politician took to the podium The claim: his word was the truth Then I saw images of freedom On the streets I saw the squalor The politician’s bin was full of left overs Then he sped past in imported cars 5
Then I remembered his word The preacher man’s word I remembered Now it is time to tell the truth Bound in shackles and chains Then thrown into the dungeons The penalty for the truth is death! THE CURSED ONES This explosion This implosion The maggots shall not have it Here where it belongs Trouble their consciences That is if they have any Those that have personalised it Personalised our struggle These self righteous bigots Raping this nation We shall remember them Condemnation is their crown The curse they shall bear They shall lie in solitude No one shall bring them flowers Forlornly they shall be in their graves Now we refuse their piss and shit Hear the trumpet of struggle Victory for nation builders Opportunists be damned now HYPOCRITES AND PARASITES Beneath the bland smiles Behind the toothpaste advert smiles Behind the discordant sycophantic songs The din of ululation and whistling In the glamour of cheap oratory There is the desert of insincerity That is the haven of avowed hypocrites DEFLOWERED MINDS Waving away the flies of boredom With the images of debauchery The hangover of that bliss 6
All that denial and the shame The excesses of technology The tonnes of pornographic materials Dabbling in all this perversion Hideous sex packaged and sold The price is too high to pay Sex selling hot on the internet The masturbation, the shemales The sucking, the fucking and the groaning The addiction is plain to see Our baser instincts on a pedestal FRAGMENTS OF MY HEART Then your tears in a deluge They came A shoulder to lean on That you needed There for you I was At rope’s end You could have dangled Those promises you made Today the stench of lies You used me and abused me Now you trample my feelings Alone I am in my tribulations Blown off like chaff are your promises That together we will walk Walk along this narrow path Regret is the sanctuary of the weak Now I have to pick myself up From the dust of your lies Forever on my way to happiness MY SPIRITUAL BATTERIES Recharging my spiritual batteries The manifestation of my creator Give thanks and praises to the beginning The story behind this soil That forced relocation to these sandy soils This time the deep introspection Reflecting on the hypocrites and parasites Destruction walking with smiling faces In the concrete jungle where the living is rough Who is the hunter? Who is the prey? 7
Today I invoke the warrior spirit LINES FOR EMELO 2 Through that rough patch Through those thistles and thorns Then I was your emotional shock absorber Today on the dung heap I am But I know it is only for a while Again you will come crying Those wounds I will treat Like a used condom you discard me But some day the door will be bolted Your burdens you will bear alone Then a refuge I will not be Take the hailstorm of your tribulations Today I carry this sadness alone The victim of your amnesia These emotional scars shall be gone Take your woes elsewhere TRIUMPH The dropping bombs Bombs of propaganda Bombarding my brain paths All these gods Seeking to cage my mind Weaving their webs Torrents of religions Seeking to drown my soul The din of futility The vibrancy of my roots Repelling these machinations The din of triumph THE URBANITE In the cities The emasculation All this desolation Plunged into darkness The urbanite has no balls 8
With this domesticated shit The water pipes dry The urbanite stinks Take for granted their resilience There in those places Derisively labelled the sticks Label them country bumpkins Look at the pretended sophistication The urbanite is in a mess BEHIND THE VEIL Those galloping thoughts That societal restraint For hearts would be broken Dark deeds would be done The secret communication Heightening the emotions That dance long started Then young dancers we were The sweetness of this music Now that innocence is gone Is this an illusion Is this a delusion What is this bird freely flying Oblivious of hideous archers Are these emotions a scandal Are these thoughts hidden from view An unfinished story holding us captive MARCHING ON It is my life story These footprints Foot prints on the page Or is it mind prints That journey is on These are the land marks Withstanding the wind Withstanding the rain Indelible footprints There to be immortalized Sit up and listen THE STENCH OF YOUR LOVE 9
Now in the morgue Maggots’ next meal Not a pauper’s burial Flower bedecked casket The sumptuous meals The acrid smell of your love That question on a pedestal While in the storm drains I slept From garbage cans having fed That ramshackle wheel chair A mangy dog life existence Where was your love? AT IT AGAIN For the umpteenth time You yearn for comfort Foolish comfort in numbers Unrelenting you really are Persistent as a fly Your tongue spews cyanide Poisoning the well I drink from Shameless witch in daylight Your demise a cause for celebration RAW SEWAGE For the slave wages Work off your arse As a sex slave The boss’ sexual gratification I shed not a tear Your brains you made a stool For want of wisdom That path leads to death BLINDED BY OPTIMISM Blinded by my optimism Am I alone in this Beyond these haggard faces Beyond the emaciated bodies Stunted by the slave wages Shell shocked by the brutality 10
Beyond the turbulent voices I hear the chirping birds The resonating African laughter The warmth of the African embrace The undying hope of my people The sweet scent of our love The lustre of summer is here TREASURES Keep your dirty trinkets My soul is not for sale Keep your ill gotten wealth I desire not your ways You chase after the winds You reap whirlwinds Soil not my reputation This dynamite will blow you Blow you to smithereens Teach you well they did not A beggar I will not be On your alms surviving The bread of my sweat Forever that I will treasure Get thee behind me Judas Someone else go kiss My pride is my treasure That the maggots will never touch Your wailing wealth keep With sycophants surround your ego An untainted name I treasure Ecclesiastes read closely This soul is not for sale OIL AND WATER Their feet dragging Evolutionaries or revolutionaries Their masters’ voices echoing Still here the Berlin conference Champions of gradualism Not caution but cowardice 11
To divide and rule lessons holding Now in full control baas boys Bridging the artificial chasms That time is at hand REVOLUTION TIME AGAIN That divine mission Back slider be gone Advocates of gradualism Revolution is at hand The parasites crush Sucking this precious blood The leeches squash Bash out of memories The rifts they created Out of this crucible of subjugation Real citizens triumphantly rise BURIAL Tug of war Dead body-the rope Vultures feast At the centre the carrion The priest armed with hell The dead body an altar With putrid speech the politician The dead body a podium Liars not to be out done Even the wicked are saintly SACRIFICIAL LAMBS Hear them These angry voices Listen to them These wailing souls 12
See the flowing blood The dissenting voices These emaciated shadows The moving graves That time is nigh A fresh dawn looms THE SOUND OF LIFE AND DEATH A share for the maggots A share for the needy What about the greedy This story must be told Riches for our children Riches for this nation Fuck your vain glory Volcanic eruptions these are A shareholder I am not Gain the world to lose your soul Unassailable love for my creator Delivered from the hands of evil The resilience of my people Those ways of old beckon Sing this song of joy The radicals set the trend Voices of liberation resonate DRINKING INNOCENT BLOOD They were all there Thieves and murderers There they mourned More than the bereaved That sacrificial lamb Stone cold in the casket Honoured in death The shitstem* lives another day The blindness ululates Oblivious of the wickedness 13
Listen to their oratory Traitors dance on the grave That time is not far The cleansing is at hand * shit system NOT YET UHURU By the British pound Deeply divided The deep chasms Blood stained US dollars Those serious rifts Francs at the root Thrown into the fray The deutschmark Look at the raw wounds HARLOT BLOOD The tell tale signs Harlot blood boiling Nymphomania on the rise Can you be spared Not for domestication Defiling that institution That Jezebel spirit That mask falls off Shame pedestal placed Let me taste the pain The pain of deception Unveil the maggots This blindness hurts EMPTINESS That steel yoke The bondage of friendships With strings attached The pain of betrayal 14
The sunshine of acquaintances That I shall bask in Taste the bliss of solitude The hermit in the crowd IN DEFIANCE OF LESSONS Pornography legalized In that protracted fight The diversionary tactics The shortages back stage The hypocrisy exposed Who now throws the stone In defiance of those lessons Adulterers now throw stones The logs in their eyes The speck in others’ eyes Show me the clean ones Hypocrites to the marrow COMPROMISE ABANDONED Then I will be smote Blows and kicks of truth Reality will be unmasked Ignorance is not bliss Am not for the dung heap Through the ravages of time It will not be time for rose petals The prickly thorns out of sight With mud and spittle give me sight This farce must now end The grass trampled by elephants The monstrosity of the fight THE POISON OF TRINKETS This deep revulsion Their greed at its root The love for trinkets Creating the deep chasm Obliterating the social links I will not dine with them Enough anger to last a life time They fed me on loads of it 15
Where is the cure for this soul There is no need for a cure At the root of it the righteous indignation RIVER IN FLOOD Spare me for great things This river is in flood Across, the children will go The ominous logs going downstream The children must be spared This river is in flood Some will drown in it Let us get across safely DEVIL’ SNACK It was meant to be that way Destiny had to hold sway It was only a question of time That blood had to be shed You went in too deep That is the way of the mafia Many will face that dark night Another night of the long knives The murders become addictive That is the securocracy way There seems to be no end in sight An invitation to the devil’ banquet Then you end up as a snack THE EXECUTIONER QUESTIONED Tell me how you sleep Do you sleep in tranquility? Do you have succulent dreams? At peace with your creator Not startled by cold sweat With blood congealing screams Piercing your ear drums Tell me how do you sleep? Wailing widows in the background Widowers assailed by agony The heart rending wails of the orphans All those yearning for revenge Itching to hang you 16
The noose around your shrivelled balls Just tell me how you sleep As you continually smite your conscience Have you ever had a conscience? All those murders and celebrations Your shrewd manipulation exhibited Cheered on by your pawns Tell me how do you sleep? LESSONS IN PATIENCE Life in the cocoon Tortoise in the shell Inching forward The destination to be reached Chameleon blending Perfection in the camouflage Caution is not hesitancy The destination is to be reached YOUR REDEMPTION Pages of revelations turned Profuse apologies made What was it revealed to you? The bared fangs you saw That was your chance Evading you for over a score What are the lessons learnt Those gates you tried to open It was never too late It was never mission impossible Did you wave the magic wand? Did you wipe clean the slate? ADDRESS TO MY SUBJECTS I am the sun At times scorching the earth Making you die of hunger I am the sun The moon cannot be without me 17
I am the invincible one Cross my path at your peril Hungry crocodiles will be fed Many have been disembowelled I deliver lightning blows Shattering all foes to smithereens Deep in your hearts I instill fear A roaring lion is child’s play I am the cat among the rats Refuge they seek in every nook and cranny I am the alpha and the omega I am a descendant of Cain I will never be my brother’s keeper I am a disciple of Macchiavelli The blood of Narcissus is in my veins Lessons in brutality I mastered Your blood is my cherished wine Your tears and sweat are the rain My fields shall always bear fruit BLAME GAME Where is the succulence Graves out of sugar Blame it on shortages Glaring shortage of love Life has become too cheap Each one to his or her designs In the jaws of this roaring lion This storm of self preservation That is the bottom line MY SOMALI KITH AND KIN Lean and hungry faces Somalis at the South African border Many miles away from home What home to talk about Thread bare sweat drenched clothes African children running away Feuding war lords back home See the social dislocation No time to bury the dead Victims of power hungry monsters 18
See the hidden hand in this Wake up from this sickly slumber Africa wake up now, wake up Your children long for peace For good governance they yearn Heal these fractured lives That African laughter should resonate This now is peace and justice time MARECHERA VINDICATED Now you are vindicated The hunger and the drought Thought the chapter was closed The sting in those words That play – The toilet Now nothing to queue for This barrenness all around Poverty holds us by our throats Shelves full of toilet paper Very few defecate any more! Dambudzo Marechera- that prophetic voice ANOTHER MOSES Through trials and tribulations Through the foggy times Over the pits they dig Over their wicked snares The rough rocky road You have been my armour Forgiving me for my ingratitude Some by the wayside fell To see another day I have lived Here I am Lord to serve you Hear my people wailing Give me the strength of Moses For the confrontation with Pharaoh DREAMS Bereft of dreams Dreams bashed by truncheons 19
Dreams under the jack boots Jack boots of the philistines Dreams in solitary confinement Dreams whimpering for freedom That is the healing of this nation A CRUSADE Kindred spirits On hotel balcony In our blood it runs That sacred herb Demonised by the shitstem Unthinking adherence to colonialism Free the herb Alcohol destroying the nation Enriching the wicked ones Free the herb now BARREN WINDS And the bickering begins The moaning a smoke screen The heavy weight of deception Disguised tears of merriment The material possessions beckon The vicious hyena type fights Maybe the maggots fight too Din of doubt in my mind Gaining the world and losing souls POLY TRICKS At the centre the kleptocracy Next to it the securocracy Hear the vibrations of violence The stealing and the killing Then you think you matter A mere pawn in the game Just a blind sacrificial lamb That is the way of the cunning FREEDOM COME These caged thoughts Thoughts in the dungeons 20
Those under the censor’s boot Proceeding with this caution The thoughts behind the veil Yearning for free flight Restrained by the philistines THIS JOURNEY Dead rat smell socks Sucking my sleep away Bass snoring not out done The occasional loud fart This testing of tolerance On the tracks the steel wheels In pursuit of my dreams In pursuit of their dreams Still on the long journey A stolen train ride Cigarette selling for survival Even the bootlegging is here A hot, fierce battle here Stern faced security guard Cat and mouse games here This journey is long BROKEN HEARTS These are not matters rational Logic has no place here Even the wise fall The mighty fall too Even fools fall in love Many are the broken hearts See all these shards Pick the broken pieces There is another heart Another heart to be broken CLEANING UP Broom thoughts of the past Broom thoughts of today What about the future Sweeping away dead leaves Dead leaves of bad thoughts 21
Relationships under the microscope Clearing the path ahead SEE THE LIGHT The rape continues unabated The darkness there everywhere The duping must go on , see Pretenders to the throne at it The ubiquitous charlatans, see The tragicomedy unfolding still This prophet dabbling in patience The exorcism is yet to be done The rented crowd at it everywhere Defiling that sacred blood again The cleansing time is at hand See them defying forces of gravity Marching ominously through the streets Oblivious of thread bare clothes Oblivious of shoe-less feet These stories shall guide us ROOTS OF EVIL Built on black blood That is the foundation Today they still hold on Fanning fires of strife Looting the blood diamonds Black sweat, tears and blood In the glass, steel and concrete houses That is the root of their wealth Behind all this strife That hidden hand at work To this add the avarice REPATRIATION To the four corners of the earth Everywhere the children scattered Deserting the once warm hearth The once warm hearth of home Fleeing from the choking ashes Enduring the shocking social dislocation The hideous xenophobia facing Of home dreaming always 22
SOME DRUNKARDS What is it about power? That leads to defying gravity That leads to the defying of logic When what goes around comes around ‘Not in a thousand years’ That bandit said so Inebriated by his own image A disciple of Narcissus ‘Till donkeys have horns’ That was someone else Listen now to this one drunk on power ‘Till the son of man returns’ What is it about power? PATRIOTS Listen to the hollow talk Learn these lessons well About the empty vessels Listen to these masters Masters of double speak Their forked tongues at it There among the imperialists Drinking from alien wells Teaching us lessons in patriotism Trashing our institutions The lice sucking our blood It is time for stock taking THE BIGGER PICTURE A spark here Then some smoke A flame there See an inferno Streams today Rivers tomorrow Then someone drowned 23
A monkey fell off a tree A hippo drowned Surprise, surprise, surprise EXPOSED AGAIN Hypocrisy stares at you There it is in the mirror Blame not the mirror It is your face that is askew The mirror is the fairest of them all Those pimples it will not hide My belly I will fill then You will do the same when I die That is not the issue at stake Pedestal placed is your hypocrisy Pedestal placed is your sense of belonging Shut your mouth shameless louse IN THE FORGE That day of righteous indignation That day is dawning That day of freedom is nigh The new lessons are to be learnt Call it violence if you will The slaves have nothing to lose For too long the chains have been here Listen to the songs of redemption FLOWING RIVER The river of time flows Dragging the logs of pain Dragging the logs of betrayal At times submerging them At times just a trickle Then the flood comes The river of time flows In it not one swims twice That is the essence of life That too is the essence of death What is behind the mystery of déjà vu At times the waves of regret The waves of profound sorrow The calming waters of bliss 24
The river of time flows The shaky dams of time cannot hold it TRUTH AND RECONCILIATION Down memory lane Through all that pain For healing this nation That is the challenge For truth and reconciliation Those hideous secrets reveal Those shallow graves The disused mine shafts For the healing of the perpetrator For healing the battered survivor For the souls of the victims This story must be told The future demands appeasement SINGLE TRACK MINDS They will not listen Never, never, never For they will be smote Steel blows of truth Their hypocrisy exposed Torrents of brutality That they resort to Their double speak exposed Followers of Narcissus Drowning in their shame Listening to their discordant voices Ignoring melodies of divergence HOME, SWEET HOME Emaciated shadows This barrenness This dry season Cacti everywhere Rustling dry leaves 25
This whirlwind Broken dreams Fractured lives Torrents of despair Harbinger of hope BLACK SUNLIGHT Black sunlight on the rise Shining in this abyss Abyss of white supremacy In every nook and cranny Soothing breeze of humanity The cradle of civilisation This one dimensional world The end of emasculation is nigh BLAZING FIRE Who will put out this fire? Started by unbridled greed Their lessons you learnt too well Even surpassing your diabolic teachers That avarice you exhibited Riding on the aspirations of the landless Those eking a living from the barren soils Those seeing hope in their emaciated livestock Those out of grim necessity destroying flora and fauna Then you shouted empty slogans Greedily grabbing vast tracts of land The landless continue to wallow in poverty Who will put out this fire Egoli - place of gold[ Johannesburg] Amai – mother Shitstem –shit system 26

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Voices in turbulence

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    VOICES IN TURBULENCE HAPPINESSIN THE GUTTER The mark of the beast It is upon us The future was there There in the past That was the foundation These one dimensional creatures Negating those teachings of old The seed that fell upon the rock The seed choked by the thorns Today we still are blind Blinded by material things Gaining the world The pursuit of silver and gold Rearing hideous goblins These are the echoes of revelations TWICE RAPED The indelible scars Aftermath of a heinous crime Raped first by a foreign bandit Next raped by kith and kin The trauma shall subside That time is not far AFRIKA IGNITE These little boys They deserve a spanking A rod for a fool’s back Time tested wisdom Clinging to western greed Cape to Cairo, they need a spanking Keeping us far apart Respecting Berlin Conference borders 1
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    Still reducing thisgiant to a dwarf Forsaking this foundation of civilization Those dreams shall come to fruition THE MYTH SHATTERED The drongo did it first Pecking at those horns That myth was shattered The myth of invincibility King Owl had no horns after all The rest is history as they say That time is not far The writing is now on the wall The moment of crowning is now at hand WHAT WILL BE SHALL BE Some day I will sit In the coolness of the shade The shade of a leafy tree I will sing this song This song of freedom That whirls continually in me I will light my *spliff Give thanks and praises To my forever giving Creator The children will sing along We all will dance in joy We all will celebrate our emancipation *ganja or marijuana cigar or cigarette NATION BUILDERS They jumped over the fences They jumped over the hedges They scaled the walls Through the back door They came in droves The gate crushers took over They distributed the food They distributed the drinks They gobbled the bulk of the food 2
  • 3.
    Their greed theyexhibited The gate crushers are at it SPEAKING TO POSTERITY Will they listen to me When they cannot listen to themselves When they brutally trample that ant voice The ant voice deep within themselves All faith in them I have lost Those stories of old are alive The fire in the hearth I rekindle The present chooses not to listen Let me talk to the future Maybe one soul may listen This nation needs the healing Some day someone will listen A VISIT Ominous it was Shook me by the roots The roots of my existence That it did The violent storm The bolt of lightning struck The gigantic tree uprooted All those lives were spared Then calm returned Then I talked of those prayers I was smote by their disbelief Like a tortoise I withdrew into my shell BEHIND THE GLAMOUR AND GLITTER These pathetic creatures Is this the humanity The senseless wars everywhere For gold on their fingers Gold around their necks The blood behind the diamonds The blood shed for the crude oil These pathetic creatures This is part of the exorcism 3
  • 4.
    CAUTION What warped nationalismis this What warped pan Africanism is this Pretending to fight this imperialism By night selling the sacred inheritance Betraying those bones not yet interred Betraying that blood not yet dry Keeping fellow citizens in chains The chains of fear and poverty Holding out trinkets to sycophants And the ubiquitous opportunists I reject this blind pan Africanism Clapping and ululating to aid violence Now in the vortex of violence Aiding black on black violence, yes To spite the enslavers, colonizers, imperialists See they hide behind revolutionary rhetoric Their deception is destined for the dung heap FOR THE DUNG HEAP There is no meal here Too late to salvage anything This fish is rotten The foul stench From the head to the tail To the garbage can Take it there fast AFTERMATH OF THE WAR When the war is over Remember to appease their spirits Those that became food for the crocodiles Those whose bones are in the sand In the river bed of the Limpopo Those that the murderous gangs preyed on Remember all those children Shot and killed or maimed on the farms Those that languish in apartheid jails Those that adopted new names Those that turned to prostitution There hoping to find redemption Many that succumbed to the scourge 4
  • 5.
    Remember to appeasetheir spirits OMITTED LESSONS Question the relevance Tear up the certificates New lessons beckon The syllabi omitted these The viciousness of the crocodiles Swimming across the flooded river Negotiating with hordes of robbers This is the sound of reality Giving bribes to law enforcers Crawling under the razor wire The dexterity of scaling electric fences These are the lessons they omitted SMOTE Egoli Where is the gold Those bright city lights To me it is a dark, dank cave Perhaps a nightmare Where is the sweet dream With the cops in hot pursuit This cat and mouse game Some kind of Russian roulette Standing in the middle of the road Selling a plethora of newspapers Headlines screaming about border jumpers About the xenophobia About the grinding poverty back home Chasing after the elusive rand Amai what has become of me A corpse under mounds of frustration REALITY CHECK- UMPTEENTH TIME The truth shall set you free The preacher man said so The politician took to the podium The claim: his word was the truth Then I saw images of freedom On the streets I saw the squalor The politician’s bin was full of left overs Then he sped past in imported cars 5
  • 6.
    Then I rememberedhis word The preacher man’s word I remembered Now it is time to tell the truth Bound in shackles and chains Then thrown into the dungeons The penalty for the truth is death! THE CURSED ONES This explosion This implosion The maggots shall not have it Here where it belongs Trouble their consciences That is if they have any Those that have personalised it Personalised our struggle These self righteous bigots Raping this nation We shall remember them Condemnation is their crown The curse they shall bear They shall lie in solitude No one shall bring them flowers Forlornly they shall be in their graves Now we refuse their piss and shit Hear the trumpet of struggle Victory for nation builders Opportunists be damned now HYPOCRITES AND PARASITES Beneath the bland smiles Behind the toothpaste advert smiles Behind the discordant sycophantic songs The din of ululation and whistling In the glamour of cheap oratory There is the desert of insincerity That is the haven of avowed hypocrites DEFLOWERED MINDS Waving away the flies of boredom With the images of debauchery The hangover of that bliss 6
  • 7.
    All that denialand the shame The excesses of technology The tonnes of pornographic materials Dabbling in all this perversion Hideous sex packaged and sold The price is too high to pay Sex selling hot on the internet The masturbation, the shemales The sucking, the fucking and the groaning The addiction is plain to see Our baser instincts on a pedestal FRAGMENTS OF MY HEART Then your tears in a deluge They came A shoulder to lean on That you needed There for you I was At rope’s end You could have dangled Those promises you made Today the stench of lies You used me and abused me Now you trample my feelings Alone I am in my tribulations Blown off like chaff are your promises That together we will walk Walk along this narrow path Regret is the sanctuary of the weak Now I have to pick myself up From the dust of your lies Forever on my way to happiness MY SPIRITUAL BATTERIES Recharging my spiritual batteries The manifestation of my creator Give thanks and praises to the beginning The story behind this soil That forced relocation to these sandy soils This time the deep introspection Reflecting on the hypocrites and parasites Destruction walking with smiling faces In the concrete jungle where the living is rough Who is the hunter? Who is the prey? 7
  • 8.
    Today I invokethe warrior spirit LINES FOR EMELO 2 Through that rough patch Through those thistles and thorns Then I was your emotional shock absorber Today on the dung heap I am But I know it is only for a while Again you will come crying Those wounds I will treat Like a used condom you discard me But some day the door will be bolted Your burdens you will bear alone Then a refuge I will not be Take the hailstorm of your tribulations Today I carry this sadness alone The victim of your amnesia These emotional scars shall be gone Take your woes elsewhere TRIUMPH The dropping bombs Bombs of propaganda Bombarding my brain paths All these gods Seeking to cage my mind Weaving their webs Torrents of religions Seeking to drown my soul The din of futility The vibrancy of my roots Repelling these machinations The din of triumph THE URBANITE In the cities The emasculation All this desolation Plunged into darkness The urbanite has no balls 8
  • 9.
    With this domesticatedshit The water pipes dry The urbanite stinks Take for granted their resilience There in those places Derisively labelled the sticks Label them country bumpkins Look at the pretended sophistication The urbanite is in a mess BEHIND THE VEIL Those galloping thoughts That societal restraint For hearts would be broken Dark deeds would be done The secret communication Heightening the emotions That dance long started Then young dancers we were The sweetness of this music Now that innocence is gone Is this an illusion Is this a delusion What is this bird freely flying Oblivious of hideous archers Are these emotions a scandal Are these thoughts hidden from view An unfinished story holding us captive MARCHING ON It is my life story These footprints Foot prints on the page Or is it mind prints That journey is on These are the land marks Withstanding the wind Withstanding the rain Indelible footprints There to be immortalized Sit up and listen THE STENCH OF YOUR LOVE 9
  • 10.
    Now in themorgue Maggots’ next meal Not a pauper’s burial Flower bedecked casket The sumptuous meals The acrid smell of your love That question on a pedestal While in the storm drains I slept From garbage cans having fed That ramshackle wheel chair A mangy dog life existence Where was your love? AT IT AGAIN For the umpteenth time You yearn for comfort Foolish comfort in numbers Unrelenting you really are Persistent as a fly Your tongue spews cyanide Poisoning the well I drink from Shameless witch in daylight Your demise a cause for celebration RAW SEWAGE For the slave wages Work off your arse As a sex slave The boss’ sexual gratification I shed not a tear Your brains you made a stool For want of wisdom That path leads to death BLINDED BY OPTIMISM Blinded by my optimism Am I alone in this Beyond these haggard faces Beyond the emaciated bodies Stunted by the slave wages Shell shocked by the brutality 10
  • 11.
    Beyond the turbulentvoices I hear the chirping birds The resonating African laughter The warmth of the African embrace The undying hope of my people The sweet scent of our love The lustre of summer is here TREASURES Keep your dirty trinkets My soul is not for sale Keep your ill gotten wealth I desire not your ways You chase after the winds You reap whirlwinds Soil not my reputation This dynamite will blow you Blow you to smithereens Teach you well they did not A beggar I will not be On your alms surviving The bread of my sweat Forever that I will treasure Get thee behind me Judas Someone else go kiss My pride is my treasure That the maggots will never touch Your wailing wealth keep With sycophants surround your ego An untainted name I treasure Ecclesiastes read closely This soul is not for sale OIL AND WATER Their feet dragging Evolutionaries or revolutionaries Their masters’ voices echoing Still here the Berlin conference Champions of gradualism Not caution but cowardice 11
  • 12.
    To divide andrule lessons holding Now in full control baas boys Bridging the artificial chasms That time is at hand REVOLUTION TIME AGAIN That divine mission Back slider be gone Advocates of gradualism Revolution is at hand The parasites crush Sucking this precious blood The leeches squash Bash out of memories The rifts they created Out of this crucible of subjugation Real citizens triumphantly rise BURIAL Tug of war Dead body-the rope Vultures feast At the centre the carrion The priest armed with hell The dead body an altar With putrid speech the politician The dead body a podium Liars not to be out done Even the wicked are saintly SACRIFICIAL LAMBS Hear them These angry voices Listen to them These wailing souls 12
  • 13.
    See the flowingblood The dissenting voices These emaciated shadows The moving graves That time is nigh A fresh dawn looms THE SOUND OF LIFE AND DEATH A share for the maggots A share for the needy What about the greedy This story must be told Riches for our children Riches for this nation Fuck your vain glory Volcanic eruptions these are A shareholder I am not Gain the world to lose your soul Unassailable love for my creator Delivered from the hands of evil The resilience of my people Those ways of old beckon Sing this song of joy The radicals set the trend Voices of liberation resonate DRINKING INNOCENT BLOOD They were all there Thieves and murderers There they mourned More than the bereaved That sacrificial lamb Stone cold in the casket Honoured in death The shitstem* lives another day The blindness ululates Oblivious of the wickedness 13
  • 14.
    Listen to theiroratory Traitors dance on the grave That time is not far The cleansing is at hand * shit system NOT YET UHURU By the British pound Deeply divided The deep chasms Blood stained US dollars Those serious rifts Francs at the root Thrown into the fray The deutschmark Look at the raw wounds HARLOT BLOOD The tell tale signs Harlot blood boiling Nymphomania on the rise Can you be spared Not for domestication Defiling that institution That Jezebel spirit That mask falls off Shame pedestal placed Let me taste the pain The pain of deception Unveil the maggots This blindness hurts EMPTINESS That steel yoke The bondage of friendships With strings attached The pain of betrayal 14
  • 15.
    The sunshine ofacquaintances That I shall bask in Taste the bliss of solitude The hermit in the crowd IN DEFIANCE OF LESSONS Pornography legalized In that protracted fight The diversionary tactics The shortages back stage The hypocrisy exposed Who now throws the stone In defiance of those lessons Adulterers now throw stones The logs in their eyes The speck in others’ eyes Show me the clean ones Hypocrites to the marrow COMPROMISE ABANDONED Then I will be smote Blows and kicks of truth Reality will be unmasked Ignorance is not bliss Am not for the dung heap Through the ravages of time It will not be time for rose petals The prickly thorns out of sight With mud and spittle give me sight This farce must now end The grass trampled by elephants The monstrosity of the fight THE POISON OF TRINKETS This deep revulsion Their greed at its root The love for trinkets Creating the deep chasm Obliterating the social links I will not dine with them Enough anger to last a life time They fed me on loads of it 15
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    Where is thecure for this soul There is no need for a cure At the root of it the righteous indignation RIVER IN FLOOD Spare me for great things This river is in flood Across, the children will go The ominous logs going downstream The children must be spared This river is in flood Some will drown in it Let us get across safely DEVIL’ SNACK It was meant to be that way Destiny had to hold sway It was only a question of time That blood had to be shed You went in too deep That is the way of the mafia Many will face that dark night Another night of the long knives The murders become addictive That is the securocracy way There seems to be no end in sight An invitation to the devil’ banquet Then you end up as a snack THE EXECUTIONER QUESTIONED Tell me how you sleep Do you sleep in tranquility? Do you have succulent dreams? At peace with your creator Not startled by cold sweat With blood congealing screams Piercing your ear drums Tell me how do you sleep? Wailing widows in the background Widowers assailed by agony The heart rending wails of the orphans All those yearning for revenge Itching to hang you 16
  • 17.
    The noose aroundyour shrivelled balls Just tell me how you sleep As you continually smite your conscience Have you ever had a conscience? All those murders and celebrations Your shrewd manipulation exhibited Cheered on by your pawns Tell me how do you sleep? LESSONS IN PATIENCE Life in the cocoon Tortoise in the shell Inching forward The destination to be reached Chameleon blending Perfection in the camouflage Caution is not hesitancy The destination is to be reached YOUR REDEMPTION Pages of revelations turned Profuse apologies made What was it revealed to you? The bared fangs you saw That was your chance Evading you for over a score What are the lessons learnt Those gates you tried to open It was never too late It was never mission impossible Did you wave the magic wand? Did you wipe clean the slate? ADDRESS TO MY SUBJECTS I am the sun At times scorching the earth Making you die of hunger I am the sun The moon cannot be without me 17
  • 18.
    I am theinvincible one Cross my path at your peril Hungry crocodiles will be fed Many have been disembowelled I deliver lightning blows Shattering all foes to smithereens Deep in your hearts I instill fear A roaring lion is child’s play I am the cat among the rats Refuge they seek in every nook and cranny I am the alpha and the omega I am a descendant of Cain I will never be my brother’s keeper I am a disciple of Macchiavelli The blood of Narcissus is in my veins Lessons in brutality I mastered Your blood is my cherished wine Your tears and sweat are the rain My fields shall always bear fruit BLAME GAME Where is the succulence Graves out of sugar Blame it on shortages Glaring shortage of love Life has become too cheap Each one to his or her designs In the jaws of this roaring lion This storm of self preservation That is the bottom line MY SOMALI KITH AND KIN Lean and hungry faces Somalis at the South African border Many miles away from home What home to talk about Thread bare sweat drenched clothes African children running away Feuding war lords back home See the social dislocation No time to bury the dead Victims of power hungry monsters 18
  • 19.
    See the hiddenhand in this Wake up from this sickly slumber Africa wake up now, wake up Your children long for peace For good governance they yearn Heal these fractured lives That African laughter should resonate This now is peace and justice time MARECHERA VINDICATED Now you are vindicated The hunger and the drought Thought the chapter was closed The sting in those words That play – The toilet Now nothing to queue for This barrenness all around Poverty holds us by our throats Shelves full of toilet paper Very few defecate any more! Dambudzo Marechera- that prophetic voice ANOTHER MOSES Through trials and tribulations Through the foggy times Over the pits they dig Over their wicked snares The rough rocky road You have been my armour Forgiving me for my ingratitude Some by the wayside fell To see another day I have lived Here I am Lord to serve you Hear my people wailing Give me the strength of Moses For the confrontation with Pharaoh DREAMS Bereft of dreams Dreams bashed by truncheons 19
  • 20.
    Dreams under thejack boots Jack boots of the philistines Dreams in solitary confinement Dreams whimpering for freedom That is the healing of this nation A CRUSADE Kindred spirits On hotel balcony In our blood it runs That sacred herb Demonised by the shitstem Unthinking adherence to colonialism Free the herb Alcohol destroying the nation Enriching the wicked ones Free the herb now BARREN WINDS And the bickering begins The moaning a smoke screen The heavy weight of deception Disguised tears of merriment The material possessions beckon The vicious hyena type fights Maybe the maggots fight too Din of doubt in my mind Gaining the world and losing souls POLY TRICKS At the centre the kleptocracy Next to it the securocracy Hear the vibrations of violence The stealing and the killing Then you think you matter A mere pawn in the game Just a blind sacrificial lamb That is the way of the cunning FREEDOM COME These caged thoughts Thoughts in the dungeons 20
  • 21.
    Those under thecensor’s boot Proceeding with this caution The thoughts behind the veil Yearning for free flight Restrained by the philistines THIS JOURNEY Dead rat smell socks Sucking my sleep away Bass snoring not out done The occasional loud fart This testing of tolerance On the tracks the steel wheels In pursuit of my dreams In pursuit of their dreams Still on the long journey A stolen train ride Cigarette selling for survival Even the bootlegging is here A hot, fierce battle here Stern faced security guard Cat and mouse games here This journey is long BROKEN HEARTS These are not matters rational Logic has no place here Even the wise fall The mighty fall too Even fools fall in love Many are the broken hearts See all these shards Pick the broken pieces There is another heart Another heart to be broken CLEANING UP Broom thoughts of the past Broom thoughts of today What about the future Sweeping away dead leaves Dead leaves of bad thoughts 21
  • 22.
    Relationships under themicroscope Clearing the path ahead SEE THE LIGHT The rape continues unabated The darkness there everywhere The duping must go on , see Pretenders to the throne at it The ubiquitous charlatans, see The tragicomedy unfolding still This prophet dabbling in patience The exorcism is yet to be done The rented crowd at it everywhere Defiling that sacred blood again The cleansing time is at hand See them defying forces of gravity Marching ominously through the streets Oblivious of thread bare clothes Oblivious of shoe-less feet These stories shall guide us ROOTS OF EVIL Built on black blood That is the foundation Today they still hold on Fanning fires of strife Looting the blood diamonds Black sweat, tears and blood In the glass, steel and concrete houses That is the root of their wealth Behind all this strife That hidden hand at work To this add the avarice REPATRIATION To the four corners of the earth Everywhere the children scattered Deserting the once warm hearth The once warm hearth of home Fleeing from the choking ashes Enduring the shocking social dislocation The hideous xenophobia facing Of home dreaming always 22
  • 23.
    SOME DRUNKARDS What isit about power? That leads to defying gravity That leads to the defying of logic When what goes around comes around ‘Not in a thousand years’ That bandit said so Inebriated by his own image A disciple of Narcissus ‘Till donkeys have horns’ That was someone else Listen now to this one drunk on power ‘Till the son of man returns’ What is it about power? PATRIOTS Listen to the hollow talk Learn these lessons well About the empty vessels Listen to these masters Masters of double speak Their forked tongues at it There among the imperialists Drinking from alien wells Teaching us lessons in patriotism Trashing our institutions The lice sucking our blood It is time for stock taking THE BIGGER PICTURE A spark here Then some smoke A flame there See an inferno Streams today Rivers tomorrow Then someone drowned 23
  • 24.
    A monkey felloff a tree A hippo drowned Surprise, surprise, surprise EXPOSED AGAIN Hypocrisy stares at you There it is in the mirror Blame not the mirror It is your face that is askew The mirror is the fairest of them all Those pimples it will not hide My belly I will fill then You will do the same when I die That is not the issue at stake Pedestal placed is your hypocrisy Pedestal placed is your sense of belonging Shut your mouth shameless louse IN THE FORGE That day of righteous indignation That day is dawning That day of freedom is nigh The new lessons are to be learnt Call it violence if you will The slaves have nothing to lose For too long the chains have been here Listen to the songs of redemption FLOWING RIVER The river of time flows Dragging the logs of pain Dragging the logs of betrayal At times submerging them At times just a trickle Then the flood comes The river of time flows In it not one swims twice That is the essence of life That too is the essence of death What is behind the mystery of déjà vu At times the waves of regret The waves of profound sorrow The calming waters of bliss 24
  • 25.
    The river oftime flows The shaky dams of time cannot hold it TRUTH AND RECONCILIATION Down memory lane Through all that pain For healing this nation That is the challenge For truth and reconciliation Those hideous secrets reveal Those shallow graves The disused mine shafts For the healing of the perpetrator For healing the battered survivor For the souls of the victims This story must be told The future demands appeasement SINGLE TRACK MINDS They will not listen Never, never, never For they will be smote Steel blows of truth Their hypocrisy exposed Torrents of brutality That they resort to Their double speak exposed Followers of Narcissus Drowning in their shame Listening to their discordant voices Ignoring melodies of divergence HOME, SWEET HOME Emaciated shadows This barrenness This dry season Cacti everywhere Rustling dry leaves 25
  • 26.
    This whirlwind Broken dreams Fracturedlives Torrents of despair Harbinger of hope BLACK SUNLIGHT Black sunlight on the rise Shining in this abyss Abyss of white supremacy In every nook and cranny Soothing breeze of humanity The cradle of civilisation This one dimensional world The end of emasculation is nigh BLAZING FIRE Who will put out this fire? Started by unbridled greed Their lessons you learnt too well Even surpassing your diabolic teachers That avarice you exhibited Riding on the aspirations of the landless Those eking a living from the barren soils Those seeing hope in their emaciated livestock Those out of grim necessity destroying flora and fauna Then you shouted empty slogans Greedily grabbing vast tracts of land The landless continue to wallow in poverty Who will put out this fire Egoli - place of gold[ Johannesburg] Amai – mother Shitstem –shit system 26