I cry very hard every night
For the land of my forefathers.
Once called Africa's golden child
Woe unto them that hurt you.
Like a child gunned down,
Somebody shot you in your prime
Your soul cries out for help
Purging the nectar of hate
Joggling the sack of opportunity
Looted out by pseudo politicians
And devoured by corrupt wolves
Who talks as revolutionaries
Paid with very huge salaries.
Hungry kids with sad eyes
Eyes stained with tears line
tears lines that know no tears.
Dried lips and Weak bodies
That can't stand neither walk.
Even if the did, where will they walk?
For the roads are now no more,
Washed away by corrupt erosion.
Ills of yesterday, void of compassion.
Look beyond everything, see the poor
Stuck in the black muddy ponds.
Those real victims of poverty, poverty
Tattooed on the souls of the poor.
Poor people who went en-mass
To the ballot boxes and voted,
For a change that's yet to come.
Waiting From the mangrove swamps
Squinting from the shines of the elite,
Dwarfed by brand new mansions
Gift from the country giant to himself. I'll pray every day for the masses,
Wishing the real Massiah would come.


IB-Poetry©
26/11/2018

I’m inspired by the
Silence
Calm face
Bright eyes
Discourse
Smile
Pain
Music
Books
Travel
Foods
Nature
Hope
En­ergy
Prayers

And these are not
The all
I'm stirred by

An attempt of
Understanding
Questions
And the answers
From distance
Or getting closer
To time
Moves me

Another day put at bay
Set aside, I must abide
And move on, you are gone
Forget you not, for I ought
To ‘member your smell, familiar and well
Another day counted away
Without you here, I solemnly swear
To never let go of your memory and so
I send up stairs many a prayers
Hoping you read these, for it is no ease
To write in such emotion, an internal commotion
So much love you gave out, I wish I had the lay out
To find it again, something now foreign
A love so strong now gone, I won't move on
Remembering you so, I won’t let go
Read in heaven words of love, soaring so high above
I’ll see you soon but not right now, so for your love I’ll give a great bow

new moon tonight
please hear my wishes
may my intentions fluorish

new moon tonight
i seal my wishes
may what is mine nourish

Imagine trying to geminate in a stony land
Aiming for the sky to be part of the constellations too
Finding a way between the stones worshiping gravity.

Imagine becoming a star, burning with curiosity,
While the gods who brought you to this world keep shooting you everywhere like a confused lightning.

Imagine your parents mapping their afterlife through your skin
Poor parents marking treasure maps to an innocent soul “KUGATA”

Imagine being taken to doors of prophets, Pastors and Sangomas,
Only to grow up hating neither.

Imagine a pregnant teenager
Who is yet to find her direction
She travelled to heaven through my eyes