Some Ages

So you awake to the breath of morning
In defiance of the darkness
that withholds many
To twenty

Is the graciousness which
lays on your colour and nature and life
Nothing, but the yearning of years

Then it is time
Reflections should tie your neck
For targets and emotions yet
expressed
That you should crucify all
cowardice
Which dwells freezing in bones and
eyes
So i await
For the air that you inhale
To shut the troubles of age
That lay under your armpit
While you live

The Academic Devil

So we now fight
With the lingering evil of our time

Our freedom; our right
Like an egg is owned now by the devil
incarnate
He threatens no peace
Oh nothing, but to exterminate

I wish not to prevaricate
For truly in this man beholds thousand evils conglomerate
Yes... yes... yes...
Another trouble is imminent

Our guns like a woman's breast
Four years--erect
We shall shoot into his chest
There the devils will lay--splittered.

Truth to a Mother

It came to a stop
A pause.
My thought confused, many, rough
Like the sand

You turn me around
Kre... kre... kre...
Like a berk
Never, my emotions: never correct

And i came to know
That you swept my dark pot
And wiped the ills in my spine
For eighteen and more years a life

Ah My People

So dickheaded be my people
That we praise our suffering
On the heavens
What equals?

And we Africans
Pretend our problems
When we breathe flames
And indelibly trudge with shame

Even with our lot and gem
We eat of the crumbs of Europeans

Those Times And Now

In the dark of their life
Their shadows tickled their quagmire

The decorations of whips
Which like gullies beseeched their backs
Bellowed benignly into our future schemes

Silently preached enlightenment
on our path

Their whistles of hope never paused
For their unity unto itself--was a law

But now we journey to the West
From these parts: our better West
And it jabs our land
Like a stone under the foot of a child

Their Peace

I'll say it
They are lost

I'll say it
These rogues

I'll say it
They are lost

So when life becomes a circus
Where we all move in circles
For fun and bravery--
We lose our very value

They are lost
But i have no clue