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Khoisan Jul 2018
Shackled imprisoned in an oval office
Called Robben island Transformed
Unshackled twenty seven years later
Freed a nation from an apartheid regime
Inspired the world from the Grand parade
A Universal Icon Humanitarian *** laude
Now honoured in the halls of Valhalla
Glorifying God...Looks upon us
With Love from the heavenly realm
INKULULEKO AHLULA
A tribute to the late great President Nelson Mandela on his hundredth birthday
18th July 1918 to 18 July 2018
Uzzie Aug 2018
It's pretty and precious when you speak and spit those words of yours that are meaningless.
It's deep and thoughtful when you think you own the land that you were raised up on.
I think it's hilarious when shoes are compared to the price of bread.
Is it me that sees material being more worthy than food?
Brazilian weaves become ends meal and yet no meal is eaten at the end of the day.
Gold twisted to coins
And yet POVERTY is still a lifestyle.
The TRUTH being twisted into LIES.
Fast money reaching it's greatest  peak
But in reality we know that slow money is more purer.
Our hands are filled with BLOOD
Our MINDS are locked in chains
Our wrists are slit with blades.
We are blinded by our stories
Covered by our problems
Scared of the truth.
We'd rather face the darkness than being caught in the light.
Because I heard that once you're caught in light
You're a "GOODY-TWO-SHOES".
We throw punchlines
But they bounce back
With lines that form a REBOUND.
Superficial, materialistic and cynical is what we define.
DREAMS burnt away
As if in a crucible where metals are melted and purified.
Our streets are blocked by ashes
Our senses are polluted with gas.
Yes, our MEN are filled with violence
And yet our WOMEN appear to be resentful and bitter!
But have you forgotten that BITTER  was once SWEET
HATE was once LOVE
ENEMIES  were once FRIENDS?
It's more simple when we reflect our backs on the mirror
'cause now it's not us that we face.
We running from the truth
Due to our fear of our roots.
Remember that God didn't create a coward
Neither did he create a sinner.
It's just the life that we face that trickles us down.
We pop bottles in funerals.
We take shots on horses 'cause we want a hell of a ride.
Our tongues twist what's true to false.
We have become slaves of our sins
So in denial, lost, confused and BRUTALLY tampered with.
We are set for LIBERATION,
INKULULEKO
FREEDOM.  
We have misused our freedom.
Yes , we don't appear to be SINNERS,
We are sinners!!
But I prefer to be a RIGHTEOUS  SINNER . . . .
It's pretty and precious when you speak and spit those words of yours that are meaningless. 
It's deep and thoughtful when you think you own the land that you were raised up on.
I think it's hilarious when shoes are compared to the price of bread. 
Is it me that sees material being more worthy than food?
Brazilian weaves become ends meal and yet no meal is eaten at the end of the day. 
Gold twisted to coins 
And yet POVERTY is still a lifestyle. 
The TRUTH being twisted into LIES. 
Fast money reaching it's greatest  peak
But in reality we know that slow money is more purer. 
Our hands are filled with BLOOD 
Our MINDS are locked in chains
Our wrists are slit with blades. 
We are blinded by our stories 
Covered by our problems 
Scared of the truth.
We'd rather face the darkness than being caught in the light. 
Because I heard that once you're caught in light 
You're a "GOODY-TWO-SHOES". 
We throw punchlines
But they bounce back 
With lines that form a REBOUND. 
Superficial, materialistic and cynical is what we define.
DREAMS burnt away 
As if in a crucible where metals are melted and purified. 
Our streets are blocked by ashes
Our senses are polluted with gas.
Yes, our MEN are filled with violence 
And yet our WOMEN appear to be resentful and bitter!
But have you forgotten that BITTER  was once SWEET
HATE was once LOVE
ENEMIES  were once FRIENDS?
It's more simple when we reflect our backs on the mirror 
'cause now it's not us that we face.
We running from the truth
Due to our fear of our roots. 
Remember that God didn't create a coward
Neither did he create a sinner. 
It's just the life that we face that trickles us down.
We pop bottles in funerals. 
We take shots on horses 'cause we want a hell of a ride. 
Our tongues twist what's true to false. 
We have become slaves of our sins
So in denial, lost, confused and BRUTALLY tampered with. 
We are set for LIBERATION, 
INKULULEKO
FREEDOM.  
We have misused our freedom. 
Yes , we don't appear to be SINNERS,
We are sinners!!
But I prefer to be a RIGHTEOUS  SINNER . . . .

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