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Collin Naicker Poem
A once proud African warrior
Shield and spear in hand
Tall stood he, A mesmerizer
Owner of his own land
A once proud African mother
Hoe and maize in in her hand
Tall stood she, Providing her children with cover
Owner of her own land
Now a beaten down man
Poverty and indignity in his hand
Can only dream of being a warrior
Slave in his own land
Now a beaten down women
Hunger and indignity in her hand
Can only dream of her own soil
Slave in her own land.
I hope that a once proud nation, still has hope
and free themselves from this iron rope.
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Collin Naicker Poem
Listen, Oh Listen, so softly it said
Open your heart now, Magical days lie ahead
Gentle follow my whispers, so light and temperate like the fire fly
Flickering and sparking in the night sky
Feel, Oh Feel my affectionate and tender care
And follow my whispers if you dare
My love ever so graceful by your side
Comforting you in days of despair and divide
See, Oh See, my guiding light
Giving you strength to take flight
And follow my whispers that fill your ears
And I will never let you go, no matter how dark the years
Love, Oh Love, all that is dear to you
And this love ten times will return to you
And follow my whispers even if it leads you in the dark
And trust my guidance and you will no doubt leave your mark.
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Collin Naicker Poem
I have journeyed across the vast expanse
To find a home that will cherish my dance
From above I gazed at the planet earth
Blue and welcoming I sprung forth into birth.
I explored wholeheartedly my new home
Found wondrous beings on the roam
Different colors, multitude of shades
What magnificence life has made
Eyes of brown, blue and green
Never before I had seen
The radiant glow of those inimitable smiles
Guided my quest for many miles
I met you and you met me
And wondered, what could we be
We searched our heart and we searched our soul.
In there we found, together, we are whole
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Mesmerized by his canvas, I fell into a deep silence.
And felt the pain that stirred in his heart
Oh, how he loved the simple peasants and captured their brilliance
It was in his strokes he found a magical craft
Any price placed on his exquisite creations
Left a deep scare on his soul
To that which is sold is no longer free
To that which is left free on the dreams of time, remains whole
In the days of your life, they called you insane
Oh, what have they taken from you, Vincent?
Your Glory perhaps, perhaps your fame.
You gave them your soul, in wondrous magnificence.
On that starry starry night...
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