Everything is moving in every direction,
And nothing ever remains in position,
As the clock ticks off with mercurial accuracy,
There is no time for a second look at intimacy.

Pretty as a picture,
But harbours an ugly secret,
She's a human waste collector,
****** and **** on for dollars.

Hunger holds me by the scruff,
Life has been so tough,
Nothing I get is ever enough,
Who will give me some stuff?

In my eyes, my eyes,
I see, oh, yes! I see,
Hotter things than can be,
Much colder, even colder than ice;

When too big, too big,
Enormous even by all standard,
And failure a distant thought,
Nothing is large enough to scare;

The little ones that make big things,
So they withdraw their unnoticed labour,
Put down tools and make a protest,
Saying what the heck! We made you!

So much power,
But do they know?
Of course they don't,
Overworked even to bother;

But the day the sun shines,
On their consciousness,
And they are filled with enlightenment,
Olympus will have to sit up!

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

My eyes never beheld,
Ever, such mound of pure bliss,
Pleasures of silky goodness,
Once in, no reason, to leave.

The world tries to tear us asunder,
They say we can't love each other,
Our kind don't belong together,
We're brother and sister.

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?

Blood chilling howls of the children of state float into nothingness,
Merchants of destruction revel in the trade of wanton killings,
Powers and principalities celebrate a marriage of economic convenience,
Deaf, blind and mute to the daily anguish of the people of state.

Born in this land,
Suffer in this land,
Die in this land,
Worst tragedy of all kind.

Teeth sunk in the jugular,
With no hope in sight,
Then one, two, the whole herd!
Bravely rekindled hope for one last fight!

Awareness?
Existence?
Interaction?
Emotion?

Stopping by this edge,
To smell the spring roses,
In the far distance, commotion,
Carneries dancing in a pond;

Gloomy looking workers,
Slunking off to site,
Tired looking eyes,
Forcing reluctant legs along;

Sprightly children,
Dancing off to school,
Shiney brown sandals,
Stomping dirt roads;

The many governed by a few,
Grains stored up for the few,
Poverty and sorrow for the many,
The little, always available for the many;

Tiny speck, unseen,
Huge beast, terror to the eye,
Soft, fluffy, pleasant to the touch,
Odoriferous, prickly avoided by all;

Black people wake up one morning,
To white people on their shore,
Four hundred years later, across the sea,
Mixed race people face discrimination;

Terrible claws swooping in from above,
Little furry friend darting around for bits of this and that,
Unbeknownst calamity bearing down on silent wings,
Delivered just before the next available hiding place.

So, how far would you go,
To experiment your own conviction?
How far down river would you row,
To experience reality of the other's  contrition?

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

An enemy,
Undiscovered,
A shadow in the wings,
Waiting to know you.

You can never get it all,
Everything you ever wanted,
Those things you always dreamt of,
That...complete... package.

Tears woke me today,
When mother gave me away,
My heart was torn in two,
As I wondered what to do.

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.

If you can see me now,
Will you be proud of how,
Things have turned out,
And give us a big shout?

Thinking laterally from this point,
Or diagonally up a steep incline,
Thinking vertically, ascending,
Or descending without losing the nuts and bolts of this matter.

Lessons in defeat,
Get up on those feet,
It is a wake up call,
Get ready, again, to stand tall.

Between the love making and making money,
Between the rat race and racing formula one machines,
Are moments of quiet confusion,
And times, of noisy calm.

Many green bottles lying on the ground,
Spilled beverage running down the road,
Piles and piles of ruin,
Litter the the holy landsacpe;

While they find joy is destruction,
But none in their contribution,
Should the state fund their ignorance,
With taxes obtained from abomination?

Roads paved with sweat and dedication,
Making for free and unhindered motion,
This deliberate act of civilisation,
Is one vision shared by the entire nation.

With one great push,
And with all our great mothers,
Opening the heavens with gentle assurances,
Out came our bundle, resplendent in every way.

Nothing to scream about,
Or throw vein popping tantrums,
Nothing to sulk about,
Or break fragile eardrums.

In the mind of the average,
That corner set much farther,
The deepest recesses,
Set way from the sun;

Patterns of thought,
Configured as fragments,
Not one aligning,
But freely standing;

Malformed decisions,
Incomplete opinions,
Inarticulate perceptions,
Discordant associations;

The children of State,
Rudderless, mindless,
Blown about and around,
Unprepared, unfortunate.

Getting in trouble,
Taking stick,
Breaking back,
Always grounded;

When I was older,
Alone, I would ponder,
Each time I remember,
Playing the problem solver;

It never ended well,
I would come up short,
Beaten down, for standing up,
In detention, fantasising freedom;

They called themselves friends,
But wanted only benefits,
Like leaving all the ***** dishes,
After a sumptuous sunday dinner.

Boyfriend, husband, father,
Bae, hubby, daddy,
You may call me Freddie,
To me, one, and to them, the other.

As far as the eyes can sweep,
Over the highs and beyond the lows,
Terrain not at all firmer than most,
Haul in a day's wage of sweat.

Moulded in brown,
Built of ebony,
Wired with sinew,
Derived from coal.

An imp, an intelligent one,
A scholar, well beyond his time,
Both step forward, before,
Their queens turn everything into dust.

Beloved shackles,
Fettered minds,
Hands that never want to swing free,
And feet contented with walking backward.

The devil died in my arms last night,
She gave up without a fight,
I had lived with sweaty fright,
Always melting into something light.

Everything well laid,
A bit here and some there,
A wide section, narrowed,
For the mind to see.

Presented in plain sight,
For all eyes to see,
Yet you're flying a kite,
Trying hard to drain the entire sea.

For all sorts,
Things of all kinds,
Used, used, reused,
Different items end up there;

From old pots and spoons,
To second hand cars and trucks,
Even underwear and magazines,
Shipped off to a geographical trash site;

A place unwilling to innovate,
Not akin to creative Enterprise,
Always seeking shortcuts,
Thus remaining the world's refuse heap.

I was drawn to something,
Everything about you,
Then you took it all,
And made me look stupid.

Everything is out of place,
In this filled space,
The many serve the few,
And get nothing but stale bread and stew.

Take love, knead, twirl, knead, twirl...,
Be careful, let not your ego swell,
Bake at a degree of expectation,
Serve as is hot, eat with dedication.

Such heavy burden on my heart,
You dumped such bitterness on my waters,
Cannot sail back to the start,
I'm here, stuck, unable to enjoy love's wonders.

But for the greed of men,
Would our spirits have floundered?
Daily robbed by the looter's pen,
May we have been plundered?

If we actually did stand,
Every time we felt like taking a seat,
We would have saved time otherwise,
Spent on benevolent knees.

There is quiet fire, raging,
A gentle tsunami, rolling,
Silent whirlwind, breezing,
Calm storm, brewing.

Surely, you can't be serious,
What do you see in her?
Is she that precious?
Enough to die there?

Born with sumptuous advantage,
Can't be locked in a cage,
Monthly goes in a rage,
Yes, wants to cover every page!

Before the jack came down,
And the green went up,
Life was just bearable around town,
Today, however, the hardship won't stop.

From a region of blinding light,
To a state of lightning blindness,
All gone quickly out of sight,
As brutish power is only hidden weakness.

Cacophony of colours,
Bombastic bedlam,
Deafening distortions,
Onomatopoeic obfuscation;

All a mumbo,
And annoying jumbo,
That thingamabob,
Or is it a thingamajig?

Things we barely pay mind,
Stuff dancing around the mind's corner,
Clutter of confused emotions,
Just there, causing misdirection.

Such crass hypocrisy,
Coming from high society,
Blaming nomenclature,
For their inane nature;

Calling a pig,
A bad dig,
Just to roast it,
And save your own meat;

The movement has responded,
Just as the street would have wanted,
A total boycott of your brand,
To garnish your garri with enough sand.