Africa ho senyehile kae?

Hoseng ka matjeke re tsoswa ke o moholo mokgosi;
Re bona hlopha sa batho se bokanetse setopo;
Topo sa morwetsana thoteng thoko ho motse;
Ehlile borwetsana bo nkuwe ka qophello;
Thipa mpeng e bata poo!
O hutswe a betwa, a bolawa;
Madi ona ha ke sa buwa;

Jo nna!Utlwa seboko seo
Le ha ebe o ne a lebelletse;
A lebelletse lesea ngwana monyane;
O mmolaile le pele a tswala;
O mmolaile a le popelong ya mme Motswadi;
Ha feela thota ne e ka bua
Ne re tla tseba na ke bo mang ba bokgopo?

Ba kgaba ka ho bona madi;
Oh Afrika ho senyehile kae?
Ho etsahetseng ka motho ke motho ka batho;
Tjhankaneng ho tletse tswete;
Polao,peto,tlhekefetso;
Oh Afrika ho senyehile kae;

Terrorist Child. (a parody)

I am a terrorist. I have killed and maimed untold numbers of innocent people. I have lain waste to countless women and children.I have cut out the eyes of my enemies and fed them to my dogs. My aim is to kill all infidels and to bring the world to its' knees. Why do I do this? I do it to liberate mankind from the evils of democracy and to free mankind from the chains of western imperialism.

I suppose I could blame it on the Devil or even on God,but no.It is I and I alone who does this.I am responsible and it is my price to pay and the price is good. With the blood of innocents I will march up to the gates of Heaven and be welcomed with open arms. Buddha or Jesus or the angels will welcome me with gifts and blessings.Virgins will fawn all over me and I will dwell in blessed peace for all eternity.

You can recognize me easily.I am a preacher, an angel or a priest.I am your next door neighbor and your very own friend. You will find me in your churches, your synagogues or mosques. I am in your local library and museum and even in your schools. I am everywhere you are and everywhere you are not. I am an agent of Death and Destruction. Beware my dear friend you could be next.

death

I AM STANDING IN THE MIDDLE OF A WORLD FIELD WITH BLOOD AND TEARS,I AM STUCK IN A WORLD WHERE PEOPLE CAN NOT ESCAPE THE FEARS.
AS I START TO HEAR DRUM BEAT IN MY EARS MY EYES STARTED CRYING TEARS
I FELT COLD WIND PENETRATING THROUGH MY SHOES
A PAIN DRIFTING A MILE INTO MY ROOTS
MY MIND FINALLY COMING UP WITH SOME ELEMENTS OF TRUTH    
IF I COULD CHOCK DEATH I WOULD CHOCK IT TILL IT SPEAKS THE TRUTH
FOR  IT IS DEATH

I Hear My Country Weep

Every night while I try to sleep,
I hear in the echo’s my “country weep”.
A father, a son
A brother shot in the back,
Because he is getting his car ‘hi jacked’.
A mother, a daughter
A sister in an emotional state,
Coming to terms, “of just being raped’’.

A cost of a life is a price of a cell phone,
Laying lifeless in blood “all alone”
An innocent child by the hand being led,
Lies sprawled out motionless “now dead”.

And in the wailing of a restless night,
Another life snuffed comes to light.
While my government peacefully sleeps,
I hear as my country silently weeps

Death Looms

Today I saw another man dead,
laying in the street
blanket covering his head,
but he wasn’t victim to the streets
he was victim to the calories,
his addiction to the meat
made him weak.
It clogged up in his veins
and the battle continued
for them to see who reigns,
supreme.

To see who’s the supreme being,
with calories being the victor,
attacking his heart
by cutting off is blood supply,
now the people wonder why
and how he came to lie in the street
watching from police lines
not really bothered by the heat.

The ambulance has come and gone already,
there’s nothing they could
he was D.O.A
for them it’s just another day,
for his wife its pain in a major way.

As I feel the sun burning my skin
he burns in hell’s kitchen.
till the end of days he’ll be fishing
in the big, red ocean of fire,
I bet it wasn’t his hearts desire.

This is just to remind that death looms
every breath and each step
brings you closer to doom.

You and me and lies

What happened between you and  me?
Did we become a trio of you, me and lies or you, me and byes.
I feel us tearing at the seems.
Dreaming about what could have been and what went wrong?
Who allowed the third intruder in?
I dont think we were strong enough for that.

There you stand in the shadows that hide your true facial expression.
Do you like what we have broken down to?
Watching the water wash away bits and pieces of us.
Bits that have chirped off at the
effortless work of the intuder.
Do we still want us?
To be continued?
Cant even think of the new times
Good times that we shared and learned from and about each other.
You are just so far away from me, under the trees and shadows.
You are so comfortable  there, I dont know if you would want to walk back to me, in the incredible heat
that penetrates the skin , warming the blood that you have left so cold, so boldly.
Alright, stay there and i will stay here too,
until maybe i am so hot that i join you.

I dont know who gave up first
i thought you wanted too much
and yet i was scared of giving a little
Should i blame you for leaving when I am such a hard nut to crack?
Everytime you try to break it, it gets stronger and dertemined to maintain the boundaries
Fences that are meant to hide how soft i am inside.

My Night Time Fear

It hunts me in my sleep
Chases me further and further
Until I get in too deep
I try hide but it keeps finding me
I kick and push
Trying to break free
What does it want?
No time for questions
It finds me once again,grabbing me from the front
Its grip tightning around my struggling limbs
Blood starts pouring down my pale skin
As its nails dig savagely into my flesh
I try free my arm from its hungry grip
But it holds me down
Allowing me to only trip
It soon pulls me up by my blood stained hair
And I'm immediately hurled into the cold dark air
My head then suddenly gets ploughed into the earth
My body getting thrown around as if its no worth
I feel disorientated and weak
I try to clear my face from the blood pouring off my cheek
I search deep inside for the strength to fight
But then suddenly my chest feels suffocated and tight
Somehow its got its hands firmly around my neck
Squeezing with such a terrifying power
Its body looming over me like an intimidating tower
My body soon runs out of the last of its hope
No longer able to cope
My vision is now filled with me leading down a deathly dark tunnel
Sucking me up as if being drawn through a funnel
And all I can do is open my mouth and scream
Soon after being awoken to just a bad dream

i cant take this …

i cant take this feeling of my success…i see blood.
i see my own blood…
would  there be any blood ?
which way am i taking?

am i going to use a rope to tie my problems..?
a poet once said "problems are programmes for progress"
surely my programmes are useless…
my heart is careless for my mind is thoughtless…
rite now death to me is a prettygirl , i cant let her pass me by with that exposing red dress…

which way am i taking?
am i going to treat myself like a rat on my last day?
am i going to order that pizza and put 3 step galazi(rat poison) on my take away?
well everyone thinks im a rat…oh and atleast il die fat …lying on my mothrs carpet…

i cant take this thought of self murder,
or maybe self-attempted-brutal murder…
i aint crossing this border… im taking my life further…

as they say "no matter the weather"
cosman will live forever…

Rage

RAGE
She wears that black dress of rage like a cloak
the blood of pain flows down like cocktail accessories
hair of anger flow as the hissing snakes of sin
eyes of deceit stare as you turn to stone
the nails of rotten dishonesty pierce through your soul as she claws her way to your heart
the rotten corpse of raw anger hang off the trees of insanity, ripped open festering as you walk in the valley of death, your worst fears angry moments, the tombstones of disappointment start rising as the zombies of memories start taking over the town of sanity.

Don't let her take your soul!