Sympathy Africa Poems

March 10, 2051  Monday
 
So diary today Monday I woke late
For work. I thought no problem I just
Call in. I called Mister Idris Moorah.
He...

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My country is under a siege
That's why I write a dirge
My country is falling apart 
'cause her leaders have taken the wrong path

The land is...

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In the bleak night, ‘pon lonely street of Capitol Bye Pass,
Mine stomach’s growl, louder than thunder’s clash,
Mine lips, pink and cracked like parched earth’s skin,
I...

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II
I was thinking ... Absences
Used to make hearts grow fonder
Or so the proverb said, in my youth
True in some ways ... Untrue in another 
Some...

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If 9/11 happened twice in one day, then for 365 days it was the same
, that the amount of people dying in Africa from aids...

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Depression overrules my mental during the most blindsided times
Smile on social media but I’m crying inside
Work hard everyday but I really miss Crime
When I was...

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Hey you a rapist
Stop acting like an artist 
How do you feel making her scream
A ruthless satisfaction that turned her future to dream
Is it worth...

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We are Adam's progeny,
But we separate ourselves from each other.
We are no more our brother's keeper;
Like Cain, we are diabolical.

Xenophobia feasts on our heart;
No sympathy...

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I've found someone to be with 
Not knowing much about her desire
My retina and lens get weak when I saw her

I'm distracted when she's staring...

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lost interest
ignorance is popular
yet difficult in 
our observation

it has become
a way of life 

our generation culture

what matters sim
not important 

because the world 
needs to grow

yet...

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A city notorious for its crooks
And famous for its looks
With hills and mountains surrounded by brooks
From the table-like mountain, beaches and parks,
To tik, dagga and...

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This is my Sgt Pepper Song

The 1 that never got on

Because this was not a Pop Song

More a delve into the truth a mirror of...

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The way she spoke elegant indeed,
Spears of truth too hard to believe,
Then words of hers won't be melting,
Too blinded I was to see.

Spears of truth...

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My palms are growing wet
Sweat has covered my trigger
Night and day in enemies nest
Operating like battalions of mere singers.

I fight 21st century with 20th century...

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None keeps its inventory
But it creeps into a story
A story of a modern society
Which is plural in nature;
Partly of a rural nurture
Partly of an urban...

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