Spectacular End (Revised)
I am manifestly not ready yet to exist
in a realm with the immediate thought,
anger and fury felt on reading small-
minded politicians misleading African
peoples in order to keep exploiting
them under repressive systems
Unwilling to admit outdated, unsuitable
systems keep Africa subservient to
rising Eastern and South American
continents makes me wish for their
spectacular end by fire, lightning,
missile or nuclear devices
Cannot become higher awareness of
loving consciousness while thoughts of
immediate retribution visited upon mean
exploiters too easily fills my head, doomed
to earthly existence until learned to
forgive violations of human rights
Politicians are the true spawn of hell,
origin of prophecies of an Armageddon
created new Universe where free men
shall not own their futures; they are
people who blackmail humanitarian
organisations, emptying the nation’s
coffers while blaming the West for
their deficits…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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The only real hope of people today is probably a renewal of our certainty that we are rooted in the earth and, at the same time, in the cosmos. This awareness endows us with the capacity for self-transcendence. Politicians at international forums may reiterate a thousand times that the basis of the new world order must be universal respect for human rights, but it will mean nothing as long as this imperative does not derive from the respect of the miracle of Being, the miracle of the universe, the miracle of nature, the miracle of our own existence. Only someone who submits to the authority of the universal order and of creation, who values the right to be a part of it and a participant in it, can genuinely value himself and his neighbors, and thus honor their rights as well.
quote by Vaclav Havel
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Commander Of All Evils
Politicians are the commander of all evil spirits
Their belief: deities are vain trifles
They have vowed to devotion themselves
Damnation, shoes, or slap does not frighten them
Nor they have distinction in hell and heaven
They are the least worried for the terrors of hell
Gulf exists between politicians and people
Politicians’ element is of devils
People are purely idol of virtuosity
Pride of power has allured them into hell
They will never see the face of God
They will never taste the eternal joys of heaven
When you kill a tiger you say a sport
When the tiger attacks on you, it is ferocity
When you kill millions of men
Politicians propagate peace and prosperity
You design to kill the innocent
Often the innocent are called the mastermind
Your evil spirit of policies creates the path of terrorists
Often our judiciary pronounces their innocence
People should not feel tormented with the sufferings
Inflicted by the politicians
People will have everlasting happiness of peace
And enjoy in heaven
Heaven is of God and for His dear one
Let them rule in hell
The breaking news flashes on channels
Politicians have embraced everlasting
Damnation by entertaining dangerous thoughts
Against people, nature and God’s fury
poem by Shujaat Hussain
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The Edge Has Been Cut (South Africa)
My Belovèd Country!
My Belovèd Love!
My Belovèd Nation!
It is not the best we perceve,
Though with attitude we assume,
Sit down and let me tell you the story of reflection,
we boost about being the best,
fool a massive number of foreign correspondence,
But we disguise reality!
that which we call Africa in the South,
I cannot even differentiate when compared with Zimbabwe,
A huge level unemployment
A fast growing element of poverty,
A lack of proper education as usuall,
And so we shine regardless,
I sit and ask my innocent logical mind,
are the economical figures of South Africa a true reflection of its definition?
if yes!
what is South Africa?
I tell there is more than just a country,
I Could be just a village,
kill me for the dark secret revealed,
a rainbow nation,
that which racism still breath its height,
corrupted and selfish politicians,
if a 9 year old boy still goes to school barefooted,
Is that freedom?
If the schools are built with broke
poem by Anele ''The African Son'' kaPotelwa
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The Pride To Be An African
My Africa My Africa My Africa
My Africa of which everybody imitates
My Africa of which culture exceed the Greek
My Africa of which everyone is jealous of
My Africa My Africa My Africa
My Africa of enormous natural endowment
My Africa of Non-Violence
My Africa of Amorous populates
My Africa My Africa My Africa
My Africa of patriot men and women
My Africa of shelter and vintage hospitality
My Africa of great ancestral mythology
My Africa My Africa My Africa
My Africa that bore fruits of black diamonds
My Africa which is a gift to the whole world
My Africa of great leadership
My Africa My Africa My Africa
My Africa of learned youths
My Africa of a bright generation
My Africa true tradition
My Africa My Africa My Africa
My Africa of black pageant women
My Africa of strong men
My Africa from who we all hail from
For every African deserves a Nobel Prize in
Existence.
poem by Fasan paul
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Letter From God (Part Two)
dont call my name anymore.
you dont even know what i am!
for every tree you cut without thinking,
you're cutting into me.
every river you defile with your waste,
you're defiling me.
every ocean you poison with oil,
you're killing me!
you fear hell?
hell is your own creation,
the result of your actions!
quit blaming it on me,
you did it!
smokestacks polluting the air,
bombs falling on helpless people.
nuclear reactors melting down,
jobless men and women standing in line.
children abused by doped out parents,
human rights violated or taken.
oppressed peoples rising up...
you created these by your actions.
dont call my name anymore...
till you name the nameless ones,
and put faces on the faceless.
till you learn to respect,
till you're willing to listen.
till you're willing to get dirty.
till you can give without wanting back....
and then when you're alone
in the middle of the night...
take off your masks,
and look in the mirror...
the image you see is me!
my name is your name!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Release Little Alien 20.08.2009
Puritanism - a haunting fear
someone might be happy when
we should live unhappy lives
Atoning for the sin of spirit falling
into physical existence through
sinful conception
Warped my youth into guilt and fear
Abraham’s website is the antidote
reality is inter-subjective consensus
We are free to create joy just as we
created all the repressive systems
in existence
Freedom to choose the best-feeling
thoughts is founded upon respect
for all other choices
From a smorgasbord of ideas while
ignoring things we dislike without
blowing them up
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We all live on islands
role-players finding their
own preferred settings
writing their own scripts
choosing their own scenery
the music and atmosphere
existing within their own
imagination
A most wonderful
experience is to choose
to be joyous and elated
interested and
stimulated
History science philosophy
and religion teaches original
thinking holds more joy than
old stale thoughts
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A cynic in my youth I discover
innocence late in life – joy of
appreciating self and others
in this benevolent universe
Joy of devotion to a self-chosen
goal and ecstasy of energy – I am
impervious to ennui of the blasé
I release The Little Alien
Living in my head to lead
in a great adventure of consciousness
character overcoming challenges
discovering glorious sensations
Sensation of being deliciously alive
an experience I will not exchange
for all the riches under the sun!
poem by Margaret Alice
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We are losing our living systems, social systems, cultural systems, governing systems, stability, and our constitutional health, and we're surrendering it all at the same time.
quote by Paul Hawken
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No Pipe Allowed July 30th,2012
Are we going to build a pipeline all the way to the West Coast?
As we watch while provincial politicians contradict and boast?
Will someone please tell me, what the hell is going on out there?
Because this is important and most Canadians do care.
Stephen: please get involved in these talks and tell them where to go
This is a Canadian Nation issue as we listen to them crow,
We built a railroad and Trans Canada Road without interference,
Minor politicians should shut up plus their disappearance.
This is a graphic illustration of Ottawa dancing around,
Too many politicians and groups trying to pull us down,
And they are all on their way for another High Court decision,
Like Sue Rodriguez and the Insite clinic supervision.
poem by James Bredin
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African Identity Is Lost
Thank you South Africa Thank you
Today I don’t know why should I cal myself an African
South Africa I am afraid
I don’t know why you have killed people of Zimbabwe
You have exposed this mother land
It is like what Hitler was doing to the Jews
Why, Why, Why? ? ?
Yesterday we were depending on Zimbabwe for liberation struggle.
We had no fighting machines, no residences and no identity
Robert Mugabe Sacrificed all of his power, just because he wanted to see South Africa out of its previous crisis
With the lapse of 15 years?
Why don’t you look at United State of America?
United State has truly become a Model Liberal Country
Its President is a black person
It is a mixture of different people – none of which we have ever had such South African Tragic Killings
Today I am telling te whole world that I am so embarrassed
Ladies and Gentlemen: South Africa is a Xenophobic Country
If you think to pay a visit for study there: please take another option
I had never think that a person can be boiled with fire for no reason but Xenophobia
I wish you a very bad lucky
Perhaps God can give you a Tsunami over your bad reputation
South Africa does not only needs to apologize to Zimbabweans
It needs to apologies to the whole world
It needs to apologies to the whole Africa country
It need to apologies to God himself
It need to apologies to itself for having lost consciousness
I want to warn South Africa with one thing
Fire is not the end of the world
It is not to terminate the Zimbabweans by burning them alive
God has always been there before the fire
I remember when the King ordered fire to kill three men in the bible
God came out to be a shield
Just like he protect people from the lions he can be an answer to what South Africans have done to Zimbabweans
It is like there is absolutely nothing happened to all over the country
Nobody is feeling the sense of pity about these people
They are being treated as the dead dogs
Eve the policies who were there to mediate seem to smile, during event.
The religious groups who are always regarded as holy have not even gathered to express words of regret not only to Zimbabweans but to God himself.
I don’t know which country I can run to
Because I can hear the anger of Gods –talking to me
I wish I can fly away because the pain that South Africa will feel is more that the fire
I am not talking about a joke, I am talking about god
Africa what you have done is to challenge the Lord himself
Since God is able to protect a person that people are playing with
What about those South African who have decided to kill people the image of God himself.
I don’t know: but I think it will be better to be at Zimbabwean Starvation that to be at tragic South Africa
Don’t you remember what happened when people steal the covenant of God at Middle East Countries?
I am yours and you are not mine
No we are not the same
I am not xenophobic
I believe the extended hand is more blessed with receiving hand
I reconcile the process of giving the poor Zimbabwean the food they deserve
No I am an African; It won’t be Africa to me to kill another African
I cannot stop thinking about this
I have several friends and collogues that are coming from Zimbabwe
I am shame of myself
I don’t know what kind of friendship I have with them if my Brothers are killing them
I don’t know whether I will see the in future because of these continuous killings
Thank you South Africa thank you
I did not realize that you have lost the covenant of God
I don’t know whether you are prepared for God’s reaction
poem by Mthokozisi Ntokozo Maphumulo
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I'm gonna take the South out of South Africa
I'm gonna take the South out of South Africa
the home of the slaves
and the land of no freedom
I'm gonna take the south out of South Africa
where George Wallace stood
on the University steps
and said no blacks
no blacks shall enter here
except over my dead
and crippled body
I'm gonna take the South out of South Africa
where separate but equal means
that blacks lived in the homelands
and not in their homes
I'm gonna take the South out of South Africa
where Jim Crow laws
have tried to change their colors
but it's still the same old shackles
call Apartheid
I'm gonna take the South out of South Africa
where young people are detained
...without trials
...without lawyers
...without rights
but never
... without hope
I'm gonna take the South out of South Africa
poem by Oscar Mireles
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Mental Guns
You put a gun to my head
Made me do things I wish I've never said
You let the politicians bullet its course
Letting my insanity be the force
Pushing down my skull
Having my body roll
Twisting with agonizing pain
The loss of face and name
Conforming to the thoughts of 'us'
'We the people' do not fuss
While I am in an uproar
Ready to settle the score
Take my place in 'our' nation
Where we all face annihilation
Going against the ever so perfect law
Like rubbing salt in wounds still raw
You put a gun to our head
Making you wish we were dead
Wanting us to think a certain way
Propaganda doesn't exist you say
With your subliminal messaging
Perfection is what we won't bring
But Sir! I am only just of age
Why do i have all of this rage?
You judge me for my ability to be an individual
Leaving a feeling with no residual
Nothing left over for the people
Upon your mighty steeple
We have much more than you credit for
Power; I believe I am ready to explore...
poem by Chyna Parker
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I Am Consciousness
I am consciousness, existences and bliss.
Hold the light for everyone you do insist.
I am consciousness, existence, bliss,
bless the people you have on your list.
I am consciousness, existence bliss,
think a good thought to those that are missed.
I am consciousness, existence, bliss,
bless those you wouldn’t even kiss.
I am consciousness, existence, bliss,
heal relationships where anger exists.
I am consciousness, existence, bliss,
bless those you cherish.
Written By Christina Sunrise on February 4,2012
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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The Genesis of Nigeria
The genesis of our country Nigeria starts,
With a blessing of abundant resources and culture
Where evil starts to culture,
This strangles the country,
Which gulps for air,
In despair,
All we do is just stop and stare.
A country where a single law can not hold
Where human rights can not be told
Is it only me that finds this a bit cold,
Where hospitals turn down dying people,
All because they lack money,
The patients die in agony.
Damn! Is it only me,
That sees this reflection of hell in our country,
Politicians rob us of both or happiness and money
Jesus Christ!
Our politicians are pulling of a killer heist
What is happening to our education?
Why is it in this condition?
Children balancing in the fulcrum of corruption and misconception
The ever so smiling Corruption runs free and reeks havoc in our nation,
Destroying the moral values of our tradition,
How could a country be like this, it is not easy for my mind’s digestion,
But I do have a suggestion,
Establish an incorruptible law and legislation,
That will become our economy’s standing constitution,
And fuel it with the morals of our tradition,
Make education available to the children who want to learn,
So they will have future, which they desperately yearn,
Politicians Forget about Nigeria’s domination,
Be in the nomination,
That will bring to this nation,
A new revelation,
poem by Isa Augustine Adaeiza
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A statesman: then and now
He stands on the podium
with his hat
in his hand
pressed against his chest
on the border with Angola
in his country
(as he still rules
over South West Africa)
and his bare head shines
under the bright Africa sun
where he himself was born
and Ratel armoured cars,
tanks, rocket launchers
and artillery drive past in convoys
back from Angola
to get a salute from him.
He stands like a giant
alone against dark Africa
will nuclear devices
waiting ready in bombs
and missiles
for ballistic purposes
are being manufactured.
Later lump after lump
of sand
falls down in his grave
while a lost journalist
runs for photos around it
and he doesn’t any more know
what is happening
in his own country
and about thunderbolts
that falls from everywhere
on his people
and rumble ominous
above his grave,
not even about water flowing
above him in a rain stream
and every sunrise
that without equal
unfolds above him
and worms gnawing
patiently on his body
since every thing
fades for him to nothing.
poem by Gert Strydom
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South Africa Is Also My Country
From my birth South Africa is my own country
and my people can flee to an island
but my own culture and language stays holy
although this place is not safe,
I still trust on a much higher hand,
from my birth South Africa is my own country.
From my birth South Africa is my own country
even if the struggling government gives me resistance,
do oppress me with unfair laws,
even if nothing can stop the disintegration,
even if I am not safe against the onslaught,
from my birth South Africa is my own country.
From my birth South Africa is my own country,
even if some act with effrontery against my people
I come from a noble heritage,
I am proud on my Afrikaner lineage,
even if people and buildings are set alight,
from my birth South Africa is my own country.
From my birth South Africa is my own country
with no other place I have such a deep bond
and even if here I will never have any job,
I believe in God and a Christian church,
God himself still keeps my ways intact,
from my birth South Africa is my own country.
poem by Gert Strydom
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God's Children
[Jed]
I remember when I was a little girl
Thrown head first into this crazy world
Safe was all I'd wanna feel
Only our pain makes this life seem real?
Teachers trying to explain war
I'm sat trying to figure out what it's for
Cos they don't even know or care
Why so many people fight & die out there
I was petrified when I learned of death
Wondering how long I might have left
Does anybody know what life means?
Are the answers to these questions in my dreams of..
(Chorus:)
All of God's children
Loving Each Other
Living Together
Spirits running free forever
Thought when I grew up I might have a choice
Start speaking out, have my own voice
It's funny how it really goes
Contained by a system which nobody knows
No-one ever wants to be the same
Everybody wants to make a change
They never really think it through
They're all just doing what the others do
So I guess it comes down to this
There's only so long one life can exist
What can I leave for you when I'm gone
Only my ideas of what went wrong
(Bridge:)
Belief systems shattered
Our minds are scattered
When we come together
There'll be better weather
(Chorus) x2
(Guitar solo outro)
song performed by by Urban Clearway
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A Secret Message To Our Politicians
Why can’t we have proportional representation at the polls?
Do our politicians look down from above on us poor souls?
In first past the post systems, the several others always loose,
The system is so badly bent that no one needs an excuse.
How do we get propositions, recalls and referendums?
Should I send my opposition politician a memorandum?
Can politicians ignore the needs of the people forever?
Are all attempts and pleas for change a useless endeavour?
How do we get an euthanasia pill or death with dignity?
Are these decisions ruled by some high religious deity?
Could we have set-date elections and plebiscites please?
Should I just shut up because of my lack of expertise?
Jan 29th,2011
poem by James Bredin
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The South African Rain
The South African Bank
Mushroom which bare as if it has never bare from the soil
They were stupid giggling because you have take over Drankensberg Mountains
They called you a rebel for you silent footstep
You flew Higher above the sky like a hawk flying towards chicken babies
Your truly sound cause us to tremble but with no way to hide
You cause us to tremble when you darkening the South Africa up and down
The thunder rumbling
It shakes all directions
It shakes Durban and causes us to mumble as it is a new thing
Grow up Bank of the Banks
Grow up until you touch the sky
Grow up even if they cast obstacles on you
Turn the obstacles into you catalyst to accelerate your activities.
The Africa that is hungry will be saved by the by African Bank.
You are like a cow that produces an everlasting cream of milk
We trust you in our Africa Unity
All nations will Bow down to African Rain.
All nations will be judge by you
You are the queen of South African Rain
When it is dry the woman top up the mountains and they ask you for rain
You give the rain as it is instructed
They talk about globalization and global warming
But we shall never experience weather draught in South Africa
That is because we have our King NOMKHUBULWANE who will always listen to our rain songs and brings us rain for food
South African King of Rain: we don’t see you but witness your presence
Hear and there they challenge the Zulu Kingdom
But there is no one who will ever challenge the kingdom of the Queen of Rain
I feel the tears of sorrow
These are the tears of sorrow over African Child who has come to accept all forms of western religions
Africa you have forget that you have supernatural power of the spirits that was inherited from your past heroes
The power is always there if you need them.
I believe in Africa
I believe in Shaka and Dindane
I believe in Nomkhubulwane
I believe in Africa Venomas
Africa HA HA HA Earthquakes and Tornadoes no more in South Africa
Demons no more in South Africa
We are the chiefs of security spirits
Even human evaluated hear and spread elsewhere
So we are more than human but fore ancestors
Do you think the spirit of human origin must have disappeared within a period of few million years
NO if so no anyone could have continue to live
For if the cornerstone or foundations of the house fall the whole building fall down.
Thank you Africa thank
I am thanking you that I was born in your Island
For I have already inherited the spirits of human making characters
I was not there when you made the man character
But I believe you had your own supernatural undiscovered characteristics
Say what you need to say there is nothing that can challenge the supernatural spirit of Africa.
Come Africa: Woza shembe
Come Africa: Woza Mangosuthu Buthelezi
Come Africa: Woza Goodwill Zwelithini Zulu
Come Africa, Come Shaka Zulu
poem by Mthokozisi Ntokozo Maphumulo
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In America you can go on the air and kid the politicians, and the politicians can go on the air and kid the people. Personal relations are the important thing for ever and ever and not this outer life of telegrams and anger.
quote by E.M. Forster
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All Systems Go
If you're ready to fall in love
Here's the thing you've been dreaming of
Scientific fact that you should know
If you're ready to give your heart
And you don't know which way to start
And you're afraid you'll go against the flow
Ask anyone who's ever been given the blow
If you'll know when all systems are go
All systems go
song performed by by Donna Summer from The Donna Summer Anthology
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