CRIES FROM SOWETO

Ashes to ashes!

Dust to dust!

When shall we stop ubieting our bald sons?

Or when shall we cease nursing our uglified rape victims?

Songs of sorrow has escaped our bruised lips.

The nation’s dirge sobs strong with salty fluids from heavy eyes

Cries became our antiphon before the open earth.

Bruised by sharp boots and crisp whips

Thundered by turgid white lightning and brown khakis

Sortied by the sons of bitches who snogged us.

Carbine-armed nitwits marched down on our villages.

Freedom is coming tomorrow!!!

THE PATH OF HISTORY

Toiling and thumping in the pains of history,

Freedom they say was all we needed.

Rolling and boiling in the bloodbath of slavery

Our kindred always the sacrificial lamb!

It felt so real!

The agonies of war we hear every day,

Echoes and drums of warriors thump the innocent earth,

The clatter of iron deafens the ear of unsuspecting babies,

Mothers flee from the spiral of spoil taking,

Men speed into their huts to gather weapons,

It's time for war!

The end is always for the bravest,

Slavery awaits the feeble,

Women and children cry for their fate,

Warriors rejoice at their catch,

Warlords happy for the white man’s mirror and gun!

The Eldoramic Dream

I dreamt of days of flowers

Flowers at their bloom in spring

Waters flowing down from rocks

Filling the atmosphere with serenity

I dreamt of night with stars

Stars so bright the Sun pales

Silence a mirage none to see

Boisterous activities like that of a market

Sonnet 2

If the beatings of my heart were anything to go by

No longer do I feel the sizzling passions of romance

For I feel the sizzling hotness of hatred disguised

Then love has bid me bye

For a while you were my bride

You were everything I could think thrice

My soul you could see without fright

I bare boldly my life before you like a file

Yet you chose to damper my thoughts

The bristle was all you could save for me

From your lips my nakedness was exposed

Fate this day has portioned me fraught

To live with it have I chosen for free?

For my love has incurred me reproach.

Somebody Help

My spirit free is yet matted

My energy unformed is yet ethereal

My mind yet untapped is still bare

My head yet formless is still torrid

I am the voice of the lost

Flinching for solace in the confines of insanity!

I am the mouth of the dumb

Finding expression in the silence of the siren!

I am the head of the headless

Shouting in the hollows of my sockets!

I am the brain of the nitwits

Bawling for wisdom from the shallows of the deep!

I am nobody calling to everybody for somebody!

Sonnet 1

Sonnet 1

The truth in the words of my love defies time

Even if it is the case that I have no money

Yet the blood in my veins still strive

Your love for me speaks honey

So why do you beset me with worries

And laden my heart with sorrow?

You cut me deep with your stories

Of days and hours left in deep shit burrows

I lay awake with thoughts of hurt

My head aches with worries of neglect

You have hurt me deep like lust

You broke my heart as easy as a trinket

Let it therefore be known this day

That you have lost that which is frail.