IN THE CRUCIBLE

in this forge
in this crucible
what is the refinement
throw in the repression
the astounding lunacy
a plethora of diseases
the unreported deaths
the false assurances
the future beckons
how many will tell the story

control freaks

that the truth is like the sun
an inescapable fact
that it causes offence
plain for all to see
that those who pursue it
always are persecuted
historical examples abound

my feelings not masked
the hypocrisy exposed
the nudity of truth exhibited
then the ridicule follows
others run to crevices in shame

control freaks everywhere
never learnt of that story of old
of the blind man and the elephant
seeking to domesticate this rebel
their conservatism shattered

dirty world [lyrics of some song]

heal the world

we have to heal the world

too much pollution

too much corruption

everywhere lots of litter

aftermaths of consumerism

inorganic garbage everywhere

messing up the land

we are messing up mother earth

how do we expect to survive

justice for sale

the poor will not have justice

the price to be paid has soared

soared out of reach like a bird of prey

there is no justice for the poor

the goddess has removed the blind fold

now blinded by united states dollars

now also blinded by the rand

the souls of officials are up for sale

the poor will yearn for justice

the rich use officers like door mats

charades are acted out in court rooms

murderers get away with murder

rapists buy their way out of jail

the poor continue to be the victims

the victims of their poverty

the rich commit crimes with impunity

the poor' s rights are trampled on

the scandalous are cheered on

court officials in the mafia' strangle hold

laughing all the way to the banks

enjoying all those empty trinkets

the goddess of justice has been raped

the blind fold has been removed

the goddess is now blind to justice

their foolishness[inspired by the latest xenophobic attacks in south africa]

what is the root of this foolishness

this very dangerous foolishness

killing your own kith and kin

much to the amusement of your detractors

yearning to be hewers of wood

still crying to be drawers of water

crying out loud for menial jobs

derailing that struggle for resources

poems on persecution[fighting corruption]

the heat is on

congregating in evil places

just to plot evil schemes

to shed this innocent blood

they shall not prosper

their schemes will prevail

but only for a little while

for my maker is a fighter

not against flesh and blood

they shall soon be smitten

it was a sling and a stone

little david slew goliath

bury them now in their own pits

in the crevices

brimming with buffoonery

he came out of the closet

a foul mouthed idiot

forgetting his glass jaw

many in the crevices

waiting for a non existent victory

they will get a whacking

the time for that is nigh

killers on the prowl

the story will fall into place

the pieces of a jigsaw puzzle

the lips of the righteous will teach many

fools will die for want of wisdom

my maker shall protect me

the mouths of the wicked are open

that warrior blood should arise

now it is needed the most

the killers bay for my blood

that mighty force shall shame them

the annihilation

that fake smile is gone

the predator snarl is out

now we are at daggers drawn

the battle lines are drawn

run wicked one , run

take refuge before its too late

your empty talk gets you nowhere

your troops shall be annihilated

persecution in two ways!

the heat is on

congregating in evil places

just to plot evil schemes

to shed this innocent blood

they shall not prosper

their schemes will prevail

but only for a little while

for my maker is a fighter

not against flesh and blood

they shall soon be smitten

it was a sling and a stone

little david slew goliath

bury them now in their own pits

blocked ears

then vincent ford wrote them

composed those great lyrics

you put passion into it

the world sang along

the world still sings along

where are you bob marley

what of the composer vincent ford

the job is yet to be finished

'no woman no cry' still misunderstood

never the lyrics of a misogynist

telling a woman not to cry

assuring her everything will be okay

still many do not get it today

listening skills at an all time low

of thieves and chiefs

shocking buffonery exhibited
in this seemingly never ending drama
the tragi-comedy bedevilling this nation
now in the bandwagon of avarice

that institution turned to crap
its usefulness it has outlived
listen to them aping their masters
posh imported cars along dusty tracks

those silly helicopter rides
those crumbs from their masters' tables
fast turning chiefs into thieves
that shocking buffoonery exhibited

this is where we are now.it is sad when chiefs try to siphon riches from an impecunious government which cannot even decently pay its back bone i.e the civil servants.chiefs [some] have said they want to be pampered by being given mercedes benz[s].it grieves my heart to hear such thinking coming from those who daily see the suffering of the rural people who do not have buses plying dusty tracks.the rural communities[some]have no clean water or even dip thanks and other basics.it is sad.one wonders which roads the chauffer driven chiefs will use for their limosines!

your cooking

woman , your cooking i enjoyed
when i yearn for more blame me not
a special dish yours was
never to be tasted by anyone else

a tasty dish that was
never will i have enough of it
the inexplicable succulence of that dish
woman, your art you perfected

david deadstone[livingstone]

in an ominous silence
there before your discovery
your out of place imposing statue
there before that rumbling
the rumbling of mosi-oa-tunya

the batonga did not matter
that name refused to die
under the english dead weight
the english dead weight of victoria
your queen could not take precedence

mine was righteous indignation
stood there and told you the truth
your imposing statue at that place
that out of place statue

bitter-sweet

he was mesmerised by her beauty. she was a real gem.he was really fascinated by her angelic beauty. at the back of his mind he knew beauty was a witch and that destruction walked with smiling faces.t hat was how it was.emelo was a stunning beauty. a gazelle.maybe she was what was envisaged in the song of solomon.

at a bar called horse -shoe pub and grill he met her. she was a marvel indeed. she walked with amazing grace. here she was working her arse off in a pub. there she was subjected to all the lustful drunks and serious minded men.

he looked at her. maybe he undressed her with his eyes. it was her physical beauty that drew him close. that was it. he wanted her. then he loved her. what is love?

then he wormed his way into her heart.together they went into every nook and cranny of this town called musina. her mother accepted him. she loved him.her brothers and sisters fell for him.he basked in the sunshine of their love and acceptance.

then they parted ways. he felt the bitterness. he psychologically smote her as he chased after her young sister. he went after her friends. they fell short of his standards.she fell back into his arms. he fell into her arms again. it was a bitter- sweet affair. such was life. such is life.

YEARNING FOR LIBERTY

we created frankenstein
some actively made the parts
in your graves do you hear me
others chose to be in deathly silence
when they could speak out loudly

frankenstein then started the rampage
devouring mothers, children and fathers
devouring his creators without mercy
a web of fear spread everywhere
there frankenstein thrived

frankenstein must now be chained
the ghosts of the past must be exorcised
the time for deafening silence is up
to smithereens we must blow frankenstein
the nation must now sing and dance

to p .k.

your part you played
a standing ovation this is
those sacrifices in zambia
you could have chosen comfort
relative comfort of middle class

on the side of the down trodden
you, joshua nkomo and others
the dangers of enemy fire present
parcel bombs, car bombs and other weapons
the racist regime had to be dislodged

you will never walk alone
ndabaningi sithole is there with you
many they have passionately hated
you dared to sing these dirges
forsaking the friuts of sycophancy
posterity will treasure these living lessons

in the cocoon

withdrew into the comfort
the comfort of the cocoon
everywhere vibrations of violence
echoes of bragging about it

today the trauma still
wounds raw yet to heal
still under siege this nation
the numbing fear present

at times this poet withdraws into a cocoon.this is in keeping with time tested wisdom that :he who fights and runs away will live to fight another day.the withdrawal is akin to that of the tortoise.it is done out of the abundance of caution.that is how it is with this self styled poet-prophet-philosopher.