It wouldn't get to me,
Whatever they said or did,
All were in a bid,
To break my smile.

Good habits,
Are difficult to acquire,
Even more difficult are bad habits,
To retire.

If only men went for,
What's between the ears,
And not,
What's between the thighs;

Perhaps the world,
Would be less complicated,
But again, what's life,
If not what kills man

Never before has shame borne a new meaning,
The eyes failing to convince vision,
Seeing now is disbelief,
For all they are, and will be, is a terrible lie;

Right from the tarmac of the airport,
Greeted by stink and algae, rot and disrepair,
Gun toting men in military fatigues,
And a jumble of rickety trolleys;

Across dirt strewn medians,
Road blocks mounted by zoned out operatives,
Dusty highways dotted with gaping holes,
And terrible bypasses hewn into tired looking rocks;

Struggle across makeshift bridges,
Old railway tracks, abandoned,
Dark bends and dangerous loose surfaces,
Overgrown shrubs, perfect hideout for highway rogues;

The joy on our faces,
Whenever we arrive safe,
Glad to be off the hot, stinky deathtraps,
Of the north-south-east roadways.

Nothing inspires here,
All there is, is fear,
Of hunger and penury,
Every evil more than legendary.

Collusion, collusion!
Oh, what a situation!
In god's own nation!
****, what a misconception!

We don't want to be mistakes,
But oft life happens,
When the unplanned becomes us,
The no option than to live.

For my dearest little one,
All the wonders the eyes can read,
All the magic the tongue can taste,
Now, is there anything better?

Come closer, my love,
Swear, you came from above,
Nothing on earth can separate us,
Even in heaven, simply thus.

To make anything right,
When everything is all wrong,
The more things seem different,
Each time, they are just what they used to be.

Counting down contractions,
The little one moments away,
Barring all unnecessary preconditions,
This new bundle will bless us today.

Herb for the brethren!
Nature provides their need,
You come with your scale and blade,
But authority never belonged to the wig.

Everyday the sun rises over dead bodies,
Infants, little children and the innocent,
Fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers and the sinners,
And when the sun sets, it closes, on a worthless lives.

Your time, you have completed,
Indeed, yes, but should have waited,
To hold your grandchildren, both,
Before coursing on fate's boat;

As your strength drew down,
You never grew a frown,
Even on my wedding day,
'Twas brilliant all the way;

So, here I am, calling,
To say you aren't forgotten,
May be physically departed,
In spirit, always, united.

Tarry, oh young love,
For thine heart, I see pure,
But make haste, for time abideth not,
The grave is a cold, lonely place.

Wondered if I'd have stayed hidden,
Kept everything behind sealed lips,
Because this fruit's forbidden,
And such act has burned many ships.

The skies fly into a thundering rage,
Flashing angry sparks from cape to coast,
The earth had turned a new page,
As green lands enjoy the yearly roast.

On my way to love,
Heartbreak caught me,
Off guard, and hopeless,
No help, even from above.

Coconut,
Heads,
In,
Power.

Thin lines are fallen,
Along the edges of confrontation,
Oh, why, this nation,
Why art thee so full of downtrodden?

This canvass, black on the inside,
Dripping with blood, all over the frontside,
Unseen hands, or so we see,
Stroking the brushes of doom.

There are the things,
That frighten us,
Into doing things,
That harden us.

Charity ended there,
All they are, an will be,
Stashed in foreign lands,
The very, very clever fools.

Precious jewels like you are rare,
In deed, and in every kind way,
You have secured my spirit,
A happy place of unmerited sweetness.

To an injustice, what justice?
To torture, what reprisal?
To ******, what reawakening?
To arson, what renewal?

To hurt, what healing?
To war, what rebuilding?
To hate, what love?
To oppression, what expression?

To apartheid, what equal rights?
To racism, what humanity?
To nepotism, what equal opportunity?
To terrorism, what love and affection?

The world over,
Here and there,
Great dehumanisation,
People have been reduced,
To banana peel thrown by the sidewalk;

No significance is given,
To the soul that makes us equal,
Man turns upon man,
At the slightest provocation;

Throats are slit,
Blood is spilled,
Innocent heads, vital organs,
Harvest ed without remorse;

Blood is currency,
Ritualists offer for wealth,
Whether known or unknown,
People vanish, bodies are found;

But where did we go wrong?
We've turned our backs?
On the Almighty,
And faced evil, squarely;

Why do we inflict pain on others,
Throw families into sorrow,
***** life out of human beings,
As though pinching a lit candle?

Oh, what cruelty!
Visited upon the vulnerable,
Left to the whims of the wicked,
And the caprices of the malevolent;

So, will justice come?
Can these damages be repaired?
For all these iniquities,
What price?

And reality punched me in the face,
As my eyes lost their innocence,
Several shapes clothed in naked lace,
Beckoning unto men, and without  preference.

Sunshine filtered through the crack,
And with it a waft of warmbreeze,
I struggled out of the deep freeze,
Only to see everything still in uninspiring black.

Crushed, you left me aground,
You took all, even my soul,
Now you have created a ghoul,
Something hateful this time 'round.

Suffering is the better part of enjoyment,
For them half a loaf is the best thing ever,
They would diefy their oppressors,
And vilify those with merciful intentions.

For some reasons,
Only known to them,
He would amount to nothing,
The lines wouldn't fall in pleasant places;

But the universe thought different,
The stars aligned perfectly,
And fortune smiled on him,
Then he shone,  brighter, than a billion diamonds.

If today I can't get it,
Or stop by Olympus to grab som'n to eat,
It's just a matter of chance,
And time will create a perfect balance.

The brash, uncouth, and verbally nauseating,
Evidentially disturbing scenes unfit for existence,
Unbeknownst to the vagabond in power,
His sons haven't gone unnoticed, this time.

There is no one like my queen to me,
No matter how royal she may be,
With my love she becomes a goddess,
Basking everyday in heavenly goodness.

Was pure, and came from a genuine place,
But this angel turned away her face,
So I gave my innocence to other devil,
And daily plead guilty to a heartbreak of evil.

Sometimes the unknown delivers,
What the known cannot,
Many times the known disappoints,
Where the unknown comes through.

Mom had barely shut her eye,
Than Sam howled up a storm,
What! But he just ****** me dry!
Oh, slumber, when will I get some?

They cast the die,
It was no lie,
Left me on the lowest high,
Plucked from the damnedest sky.

Nothing enjoys the everlasting,
For one day all comes to finality,
Ask the indestructible Kraken,
The day it set eyes upon the Medusa's head.

So, what if Jehovah is the one true God,
And we all are descended from Abraham, our father?
Genius comes to us naturally,
And the holocaust is not a figment of our collective imaginings.

The library is not a place to settle arguments,
The marketplace is not a study centre,
The mind is not a toy to play with,
A woman's heart is certainly not a pickle.

But with diabolic intention,
And smiley mischievous disposition,
They hide behind beautiful innuendos,
To leave the vulnerable in unbearable  agonising throes.

Separate yourself from your limitations,
Step back, can you see?
You lived a lie, all along,
Refusing to accept, what you can be.

Everything has become nothing,
They thought he stood for something,
Now the masquerade is unclad,
And truly, he is quite mad;

Everything is backward,
One peaceful backyard,
Has become a battleground,
Fallen consciences all around;

Everything will come undone,
To this motherland we were born,
And a few will make it theirs?
Heavens forbid! It will end in tears!

Our love will not fit,
Into your closed boxes,
The laws of gravity,
Can't hold us apart.

I'll dress in my sweet tailored tux,
Top hat, walking stick, and all
Smell better than the loveliest bloom on earth,
And have the best time, all by myself.

If only you knew,
Old romance is sweeter,
Than what modernity blew,
In, to leave many worn and bitter.

We want everything now, now!
Why go slow, slow?
The earth is on a sluggish revolutionary spin,
Takes twenty and four hours too long to make this happen;

We need to make this money sharp, sharp!
No time to take it small, small,
Cannot grow grey on the waiting queue,
Will do what must to get this green done.

To end...or not to end it all,
What other route is there?
This is too much to bear,
Peace, maybe, beyond the wall.

Only he who has the patent,
Will decide the length and breadth of the content,
Whether you live to be thirty,.
Or die mysteriously from being thirsty.

Unnaturally alluring,
Enticing, designed to be,
Then every cell disagrees,
Metastasising is every weird degree.

It is out of their hands now,
And they know it!
But would rather wish reality away,
Then kneel to pray;

They know not what to do,
It is evident!
But would pretend all is rosy and dandy,
Then lose themselves in uneasy melody;

Come to a crossroad,
Which way to go?!
"Anywhere," but...
The gods forbid, not our lot!

Poverty dressed in handouts,
Give them peanuts,
**** to get a rat's share,
Of this cyclic welfare;

Beyond the horizon,
Looms a worrisome portend,
All will not be well,
Even the simplest fool can readily tell.