Aluta Poems | Examples


The Crying Eye Sees

The eye's seen enough 
The heart's beat a lot for the bluff
Of the joyful hope of sorrow 
That’s  promised for every morrow 
By the driver of the land's wealth—
Who's covered the land's breath
Like the spreading sky.

Over many years of false 
The land still remains
Like that of yesterday 
Poverty kills a lot under 
Your table—the record of life.

The crying eye sees
Time is getting older
We see unity as our weapon 
Even you act like deaf master—
Who does not hear the cry of his servant 


Why!
Why always making the poor to face the sun?
Why remembering us the root we came from?
Why making us like a beggar 
Struggling out of mansion without stick?

In your time,
Education was free
Did we commit offense 
That's made our time 
To have an arm and a leg?
This ’s the  unanswered question
We have kept asking.

Come back comrades!
It's time to light our candle!
Walk in street to street!
Move from door to door!
Shift from gate to gate!
With the beautiful song 
Aluta continua!
Victoria acerta!
Form: Other

At the Opened Door of the Weekday

At the opened door of the weekday
The throat of the gate is choked 
With the clamour of the cliché 
of Aluta continua! 

The little drop of hope 
For the poor to breath on
Is now for the rich to tope
We might be covered 
Like a stone in the grass
Yet still, we shall rise
Like sunlight from the sea.

Education is a right
Not a privilege 
Why always the poor with austerity?
Why always the lower being suffocated?
Despite we are all the green and white.

The sun's protested for the pain
Even the cloud's lamented 
Are we not the same?
Outside the board 
You show your responsibility 
But those under suffer a lot.

Why the hard decision on us?
Why extorting the little we could use 
For the survival of our dinner dine?
Why forcing our future out of us?
Why so cruel
That you see everyone in your shoes?

The street has no choice,
Many talents will drop as your desire
We struggle to live!
We are students,
Not cash cows!
We shall not be broken!
Our flag will always fly on sky!
Our song will always be sung!
Is either you grant our wish
Or the world is shut!
The poor must breath!
And Aluta will not be ceased 
To continue!
Form: Other


The Hidden Tale From the Statue

I walked pass the glorious work of Prinsloo and Vuuren
that great and tall statue of Rolihlahla Mandela
Embodying conciliation with a smile
Embracing unity with open arms

I turned around to satisfy myself in honoring the mighty hero
Closely I looked, carefully I observed, narrowly I meditated

Woe the horror I perceived, the truth I realized, the loneliness I sensed
the agony of confusion I perceived with eagles vision penetrating beyond the smile
I heard with ears of wisdom the still whispering voice in the dark mumbling
“After climbing a great hill, one only finds that there are many more hills to climb”

Turning around with a troubled heart at the lesson I heard with ears of wisdom
I heard a voice from distant lands with great power crossing the colonial borders
It sounded like the voice of that great hero of Mozambique saying 
“Aluta Continua”
Form: Sonnet

Breaking Rules For New Rule

Breaking rules to make new rules
Chasing godly minds to fish out moles 
New pals while old were in **** holes
With them in d quarters of my life I make some new goals 

Jumping cliffs that could break ma back
Trekking distances that could get me wack
Swapping my gentility for ruggedness
Oh I sing Aluta while pop washes away
Isn't  ma white turning grey?
A murmur that leads my heart to sway

On a mission which vision was seen
In which yellow leaves would turn back green
And success would wash away my sin

Only patience foes I lost to recall
Would join d crew in d merriment mall 
Those that sees nt would be seen not
That is karma taking it's course just 
  
With the Patience Old and The Destined New........ A new life begins.
Form: ABC

Hand Work Vs Head Work

Your leathery hands
With hairs like a wolf's
And nails disfigured
Remind me of a figure
Like the dew of the morning
Is the sweat on your body
With a thick repelling perfume
Of salt water and fumes
Day in day out
Is your hustle and bustle
Your huddle and muddle
Aluta continua
Some sit in seats pressing keys
While the surly sun kisses your bald
They work with their heads
You work with your hands
And they spend not as much your brawn
They live in big mansions
You live in big cartons 
'Cause you've spent not as much their brain


Forget Us Not

Forget us not
(For the countless South Africans, black and white, who sacrificed their lives for democracy)
 
forget us not
fellow traveller in our just cause
 
‘aluta continua’ was our refrain
as we trudged in soggy marshes
malarial fevers lashing us in the summer rain
 
‘amandla’ we shouted
as we hurled stones at that heartless foe
facing their metallic beasts with our arrows and our bow
 
forget us not
fellow traveller in our just cause
 
‘aluta continua’ is our refrain still
‘amandla’ we shout today too
as the fight continues for
the many that yearn for a world less cruel, and more true
 
forget us not
fellow traveller in our just cause
 
though we have passed and in the earth we lie
remember us who fell and a tear or two for us in solemn moments do cry
 
forget us not
fellow traveller as you pick up our stones
 
forget us not
as you exhume our tattered rags and bones
 
forget us not
and do not our cherished ideals betray
 
forget us not
fellow traveller in our just cause
for we too still believe in that promise of a new day

forget us not.

Aluta Continua

We are not crushed
Like a phoenix we rise
Matching with all resonance
Unto this cause we lay breathe
Until we swim in champaign

The odds: our strength
The truth: our source
Though, the trench our haven
In edifice you abode
But we live ahead of time
Right in the palace of posterity

Now we sail in galloping sea
Then shall there be asphalt
For our beasts
Even if we sleep
Our seeds will engender
Soaring like an eagle
So will the cause be rudder
Then shall our learning be rapid
So we shall beam even at sleep
Form: Verse

After Katherina

After Katherina
My faith half mast like a flag
Beat no tambourina
For shining citadel and rag
Of old traditions
That could just walk away
Form the desolations
To tell us pray.

After Katherina
I saw the Mason-Dixon line
Was no mere enigma
The living are not color blind
God gave us eyes
To see, memories to keep
Where the waters rise
We must wade the deep

We must like a fist
Bring its fingers together
With love insist
Our children shall not scatter
Wrath for black birds dinner
And after the fire next time
And after Katherina
No Ceaser shall spend the dime

After Katherina
My soul like thunderbolt shook
And wrote Aluta continua
With lightning in a book
Of water colored grief
Where history floats dead bodies
And found no relief
For colonies of sweet theories.

Aluta Continua

Victory! Victory! Victory!
He shouted.
He was optimistic,
But, situation was pessimistic.
He struggle to achieve,
Achievement is far near,
He moved closely, but far.
He tried to accomplish,
Mistakes never allowed.
He ‘dabbled’ and ‘wobbled’.
He fell and stood up. 
He rose and fell.
The road is long and narrow. 
But, he knew, he will succeed. 
He managed to press on.
And when he least expected, 
Victory came, yet aluta continua.
Form: Narrative

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