Life nowadays is just instagram
Back than our parents had to write telegrams
The Golden generation engulfed in black mist
They shoot cold heat
While I watch it all through uncertain eyes
Steve Biko with a pen
Robert Sobukwe with paper in a den
It haunts me
Great God,I'm tied in a knot
Great God,they fear not
I walk free fearful
I am a refugee in my own smile
Steve Biko,Robert Sobukwe died for a cause
My generation is cursed
We are on pause
In the paws of a ruined future
As long as I still have my pen and paper
I am a poet for a cause
Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 3:50 PM UTC
My mind drifts
As I swiftly move my palms
To the rythm of my beating heart
Township beats
And Beasts smoking tik
Life blows and age ticks
We need some soul donors
Odors in th air
The dogs compete
Everyday we repeat
When shall we retreat
I'm incomplete
Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 3:42 PM UTC
Life nowadays is just instagram
Back then our ancestors had to write telegrams
The golden generation engulfed in black mist
They shoot cold heat
While I watch it all through uncertain eyes
Steve Biko with a pen
Robert Sobukwe with paper in a den
It haunts me
Great God,I'm tied in a knot
Great God,they fear not
I walk free,still fearful
I'm a refugee in my own smile
Steve Biko,Robert Sobukwe died for a cause
My generation is cursed
We are on pause
In the paws of a ruined future
As long as I still have my pen and paper
I'm a poet for a cause
Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 12:58 AM UTC
I'm not going to write a poem about love
Cause love is full of lies
As soon as you feel butterflies
They tend to lie
I survive through thick and thin
I have brushed shoulders with death
I'm not afraid to write
I'm not afraid to die
They say ride or die
Well I write and die
Cause everytime
I pick up my pen
My sorrow dies
I write and die
This pen never lies
It never fills me with deceit
It just feels me with conceit
For love I'd rather not die
Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 12:56 AM UTC
Dynamic in approach
So we approach
Till a black child can see his the spawn of Gods
Afrikan lords with no morals
Black is the colour of. Gods
We were born lords
Afrikvn lords
Young blacks with no struggle songs
We are bornfrees but we've lost our respect for freedom
Twerking not working,unemployed and hawking
Free your mindset,set your mind
Retrench from mild thoughts
We thought we attained freedom
What's freedom without religion?
What's freedom without God?
We are lords
Young afrikan lords
Black is the colour of Gods
Nov 4, 2014
Nov 4, 2014 at 12:55 PM UTC