"abantu" poems - Hello Poetry

i smoke a little bud because i am drowning take a shot of liquor because i am drowning face it i aint sober because im drowning everyone needs little relief to save them from drowning i am drowning drowning government eats while the people are bleeding so they're drowning system is shady wont compensate for the drowning all alone with nothing to eat because we're drowning the world is full of hatred so bitter we drown in it we drowning drowning feed the homeless people because they drowning where's our human rights because Africa is drowning resuscitate all Africa because she is drowning you'redrowning drowning we don't deserve the sanctions because we are drowning maintaining your pollution so we drown in it we can't stop drowning drowning we crave stability because we're drowning still fighting for equality because we're drowning give me back my identity and prevent me from drowning diminishing the role of an African Queen to watch her drowning drowning drowning stand up for ubuntu because abantu is drowning

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Jun 18, 2021

Jun 18, 2021 at 10:46 PM UTC

Afrikka

Who is the life-guard

i smoke a little bud because i am drowning take a shot of liquor because i am drowning face it i aint sober because im drowning everyone needs little relief to save them from drowning i am drowning drowning government eats while the people are bleeding so they're drowning system is shady wont compensate for the drowning all alone with nothing to eat because we're drowning the world is full of hatred so bitter we drown in it we drowning drowning feed the homeless people because they drowning where's our human rights because Africa is drowning resuscitate all Africa because she is drowning you'redrowning drowning we don't deserve the sanctions because we are drowning maintaining your pollution so we drown in it we can't stop drowning drowning we crave stability because we're drowning still fighting for equality because we're drowning give me back my identity and prevent me from drowning diminishing the role of an African Queen to watch her drowning drowning drowning stand up for ubuntu because abantu is drowning

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Ngiqale kuphi Ngibambhe maphi Amazwi aswabile Ubuhle buhambhile Abantu bafile. Ngiyabuyela ngiyomkhalisa Ishwa leli Isizwe esasisihle kanje Sesaba nje. Lafa elihle.

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May 27, 2020

May 27, 2020 at 12:24 PM UTC

emmanuel-phakathi

Death of nation

Ngiqale kuphi Ngibambhe maphi Amazwi aswabile Ubuhle buhambhile Abantu bafile. Ngiyabuyela ngiyomkhalisa Ishwa leli Isizwe esasisihle kanje Sesaba nje. Lafa elihle.

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They said baby come home, Worried and anxious about how you living alone, I said i'd lost patience sick and tired of waiting for your dreams to come along, And so i packed my bags, wrote a note and i was gone! what does it feel like to be me? When you stare at my reflection what'd you see? A smudged painting, ripped canvas that's all i could be An error in your work of art You forgot i chose my life I am glad i let go because now i can breathe They said baby come home, Although It's not the same, people ambushed, still put to shame Killed for sport, life cut short used as the governments pawn, I heard a baby wail, a mother cry gunshots that have left a wound that will take 5 generations to heal, An orphaned child grown but immature to fulfil his fathers will Hate, revenge and melancholy is all the heart can feel Numb to love , peace, joy because he was raised in a warzone Homes become barracks Relatives become comrades Friends become foes Prying over deep rooted pains feeding off people's ignorance so long noone knows But i know, The soil bleeds me, when night time comes i listen to the moon console the land beneath me I transform into a Goddess, strong and ready for battle, The lines on my face and the past i carry is fatal Remember abantu!!! Remember abantu!!! We can no longer fight for what rightfully belongs to us, that time is past Ndezvedu!... To continued. Done by Gabriella Kundiona (Afrikka)

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May 7, 2019

May 7, 2019 at 5:34 PM UTC

Afrikka

Message in a bottle ( Lost at Sea) Part 1

They said baby come home, Worried and anxious about how you living alone, I said i'd lost patience sick and tired of waiting for your dreams to come along, And so i packed my bags, wrote a note and i was gone! what does it feel like to be me? When you stare at my reflection what'd you see? A smudged painting, ripped canvas that's all i could be An error in your work of art You forgot i chose my life I am glad i let go because now i can breathe They said baby come home, Although It's not the same, people ambushed, still put to shame Killed for sport, life cut short used as the governments pawn, I heard a baby wail, a mother cry gunshots that have left a wound that will take 5 generations to heal, An orphaned child grown but immature to fulfil his fathers will Hate, revenge and melancholy is all the heart can feel Numb to love , peace, joy because he was raised in a warzone Homes become barracks Relatives become comrades Friends become foes Prying over deep rooted pains feeding off people's ignorance so long noone knows But i know, The soil bleeds me, when night time comes i listen to the moon console the land beneath me I transform into a Goddess, strong and ready for battle, The lines on my face and the past i carry is fatal Remember abantu!!! Remember abantu!!! We can no longer fight for what rightfully belongs to us, that time is past Ndezvedu!... To continued. Done by Gabriella Kundiona (Afrikka)

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