"ncube" poems - Hello Poetry

Poet : Praise Ncube Poem : I'm not racist I'm not racist I was born to love Whether you are Black , white , brown or Australoid I respect you , i care about you I have accepted everyone But not everyone have accepted me Just because I'm black They see my colour as a weapon They are uncomfortable to have me close I'm prone to discrimination And I'm exposed to death Who said your colour means supremacy? And who said my colour means slavery? Why are you so stereotypical and skeptical about me ? I'm not a brouhaha trigger I'm a peacemaker I have a phlegm of oppression I can't breathe Racism is for the flummoxed minds So dowdy and noxious . Your labels led to self-fulfilling prophecy Because i had no choice I am what i am Because you made me who i am I was born innocent And you said I'm violent Your perception made me one Is it too late to stop hate or It's still early ? I'm not racist . Why you ?

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May 7, 2021

May 7, 2021 at 4:29 PM UTC

TakillaThePoet

I'm not racist

Poet : Praise Ncube Poem : I'm not racist I'm not racist I was born to love Whether you are Black , white , brown or Australoid I respect you , i care about you I have accepted everyone But not everyone have accepted me Just because I'm black They see my colour as a weapon They are uncomfortable to have me close I'm prone to discrimination And I'm exposed to death Who said your colour means supremacy? And who said my colour means slavery? Why are you so stereotypical and skeptical about me ? I'm not a brouhaha trigger I'm a peacemaker I have a phlegm of oppression I can't breathe Racism is for the flummoxed minds So dowdy and noxious . Your labels led to self-fulfilling prophecy Because i had no choice I am what i am Because you made me who i am I was born innocent And you said I'm violent Your perception made me one Is it too late to stop hate or It's still early ? I'm not racist . Why you ?

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Poet : Praise Ncube Sestain : love is freedom Love is freedom , Freedom with respect Freedom with conscience Freedom with prudence Love gives you the best reminiscence Love is freedom. The end.

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Jan 20, 2022

Jan 20, 2022 at 10:46 AM UTC

TakillaThePoet

Love is FREEDOM

Poet : Praise Ncube Sestain : love is freedom Love is freedom , Freedom with respect Freedom with conscience Freedom with prudence Love gives you the best reminiscence Love is freedom. The end.

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Poet : Praise Ncube Poem : Death of democracy in Zimbabwe. Date : 19/01/22 They fought the oppressors, For them to be oppressors. The blood The sweat And that unity , was all meant to slaughter and cremate democracy, FOREVER !!! Look , she's crying. Democracy is crying They have given her capital punishment. She's facing the guillotine Surrounded by soldiers with guns and so ready to **** Brutal policemen , equipped with button sticks and handcuffs. Look at the soldiers and the police ,they are hungry Their kids are being chased out of classes , They have uncleared fees One of the soldiers lost his mother yesterday. How ? Hospitals are now pigsties Good doctors and nurses are in the Diaspora. But they still have courage **** DEMOCRACY. Let the citizens speak Refuse to be a state apparatus African politicians are liars ! Killers ! Corrupt idiots ! They assassinate and eradicate, prominent speakers. Prosecution and persecution won't link But African rulers intertwine them And that's too harsh for democracy. And you citizens , Don't be too proud to say , I don't do politics Interested or not Politics will do you ! Printed in the constitution is , FREEDOM OF SPEECH AND EXPRESSION Translation : YOU SPEAK , YOU FACE OPPRESSION. With nothing resolved , We still face the polling station : that ballot We queue , and they teach us to draw that X, By that we suffocate democracy We think we decide whom we want , No , they decide. We elect , they select. Voting is not part of democracy, That's a cancer to it . She looks helpless It's sad and weary But we shall be happy again. Aluta continua.

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Jan 19, 2022

Jan 19, 2022 at 7:57 AM UTC

TakillaThePoet

Death of democracy in Zimbabwe

Poet : Praise Ncube Poem : Death of democracy in Zimbabwe. Date : 19/01/22 They fought the oppressors, For them to be oppressors. The blood The sweat And that unity , was all meant to slaughter and cremate democracy, FOREVER !!! Look , she's crying. Democracy is crying They have given her capital punishment. She's facing the guillotine Surrounded by soldiers with guns and so ready to **** Brutal policemen , equipped with button sticks and handcuffs. Look at the soldiers and the police ,they are hungry Their kids are being chased out of classes , They have uncleared fees One of the soldiers lost his mother yesterday. How ? Hospitals are now pigsties Good doctors and nurses are in the Diaspora. But they still have courage **** DEMOCRACY. Let the citizens speak Refuse to be a state apparatus African politicians are liars ! Killers ! Corrupt idiots ! They assassinate and eradicate, prominent speakers. Prosecution and persecution won't link But African rulers intertwine them And that's too harsh for democracy. And you citizens , Don't be too proud to say , I don't do politics Interested or not Politics will do you ! Printed in the constitution is , FREEDOM OF SPEECH AND EXPRESSION Translation : YOU SPEAK , YOU FACE OPPRESSION. With nothing resolved , We still face the polling station : that ballot We queue , and they teach us to draw that X, By that we suffocate democracy We think we decide whom we want , No , they decide. We elect , they select. Voting is not part of democracy, That's a cancer to it . She looks helpless It's sad and weary But we shall be happy again. Aluta continua.

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