BEWARE OF THEM
BEWARE OF THEM
You can run but you cannot hide.
Sometimes I’m scared of those Crocodiles,
Who strip fake smiles on me
Strip smiles and laugh crazy, like Hyenas.
When they catch you
They strip you into pieces
Shape-less and confused
You get all messed up and drowned
Into deep dark seas
The shadows of the night
Making you tremble,
Your knees shaking and
You start running fast
Wanting to never look back.
It’s more like a disease,
Becomes dormant and
Sometimes fully blown
Your Life becoming infected
The loneliness
The adjustments
The confusion
Drilling in your head
It’s horrible
The emptiness
Feels alone
The touch of confusion
New predictions
Unsuccessful
Always pain in the heart
Piercing through, deep into the soul
The disease severely spreading
No matter how hard I try
The whole feeling is dead
The same horrible route
I hate it
Broken into pieces
Your senses on pension
Your body feeling weak
Full of non-visible bruises
Swollen faces
Swearing like a trooper
Long faces, matching bands
Looking and looking
All around
No hole to escape to.
M.S.G Seko
2005
Life is a River
It spurts and moves
Like a river
Cuts all through the rocky time
Around the unending valley of struggle.
On it’s shoulder it carries
Boulders of responsibility,
And cares to put steps
On the rugged terrace.
Every moment the mission of life runs ahead
Along the meandering trend of time
And through the mystery of dark and light,
The journey of life rests in silence
On the deltaic sheet of ocean of awareness
And the muse of life will keep on murmuring
Through ceaseless time
If the purpose of life is devoted to others.
Life Circus
The orphan
Does every thing
That his master says.
In opera ground
He walks on fire
Places his head on pointed sword.
Rolls over the broken glass
Under the red hot sun and
Stitches his tender tongue
For a couple of coin.
One day
Suddenly he discovers
He is no more different
From the monkeys that his master keeps.
He loosens the chains
Tied around the neck
And urges them to be free.
Unmoved they all remained
In spite of manly look.
After all they are born wild.
In the midnight silence
He marches away
In search of a new ray of light.
His life circus slides
A new screen
For him
On the stage of his LIBERATION JOURNEY.
Obama and I share the same Mama,no Drama!
I wish I was a soldier,
Standind on a ground bound by the very same fate…
Bullets flying low like a wounded butterfly,hate…
a powerful tool misused, perhaps the way it should, not, maybe to the contrary
Waking up from a long sleep, caused by fatigue and fear to live a life of broken shell´
hidden from all is a way to understand truth as it lies on a colorless spell
The force which drives a Man like Obama is the same I acquired from my Mama
a proper dictation of how things must be carried out, its an order, so be sober!
Its hard to fall asleep if one is still to awaken to the very same accustomed fate…
regardless, its said not to be a word, but I remember that time is often late…
When ´change´ arrives its like a storm, slightly better than Catrina, she is merciless,
but a storm is friendly, merely cleaning the evil thoughts cruising reckless´
on all´s path, patiently protuding searching for a point of acess
I dont want to be a soldier, no more
The fear of determining a person´s faith is a easy one…
I want to be a social, smiley, not yellow, but
admire life form all angles, being able to create rainbow shaped metaphors, deceiptful, never!
Obama and I share the same Mama,no Drama!
The HIV Streak
I thought I got all the punk moves to rock every one
However, turned out to be a mockery,
Excuse my pan!
A day broke not without your call and da so-called sms
Aye…
I dream but all was such a bubble
That’s streamed without any streak
How naïve can a beach be
Throwing out its sand dunes
The most important particle of nature
To such a rebellious stiff neck.
Me as a woman…
If I do not protect myself
From such an HIV potential work,
The Him factor would never
As they deny my right of security always
I wish…
I can knock some sense
In every child+adult mind=long life
You have to excuse my staunch mathematics
Of course, it speaks reality…
I hope I am excused.
I’m not gone
I'm not gone, i am just on other side,
watching over you.
I am not gone, i am on the safest place,
where death is defeated,
where pain can't be felt,
where hunger can't be felt,
where anger has no room.
Don't worry about me, I'm on safe hands now.
I'm part of your ancestors now,
I promise with all the power i have,
to guide you on your journey of life.
Don't cry, I'll always be with you spiritually.
Don't cry, someday we'll meet.
Walk with me
WALK WITH ME by Nkululeko Shakoane
Walk with me brothers and sisters of the soil,
Take a journey with me in this world and
Let words become expression of souls
Walk with me through the treachery of this world
Grab my hand, hold it tight and please don’t let go
I’ve lost my direction in this entwined universe which is so cold
Help me regain my status as a man and strive for gold
Make me rekindle the spirit within me to reach for my goals
Emancipate my mind; take away the pain in my heart that’s full of holes
Make me speak my mind, eliminate the fear that makes me choke
I’m a writer; poet; father; child so this is not a hoax
So when we are done; traveling this long road
We’ll be able to sit side by side and enjoy a cold glass of coke.
This journey perhaps might give one hope;
So please give a lending hand or even throw me a rope.
Lord; bless me and help me mend spirit which is so broke
Grant me the serenity to accept that blessed are those…
Who accept that they are part of a greater good wherever they are in the world.
Rise mothers and fathers of the world
So; walk with me this not a joke x2
Let me be the first to cast the first stone into a future that’s full of hope
Walk with me and we can conquer and obstacle on the road
Have no fear; you’re with God not with ghosts
You’re a pillar of strength; a breadwinner; a true South African
This is your time to shine in your zone.
As we come to the end of our journey; hope you’ve learnt a lot from me
Because I’m already home.