Best Afrikaner Poems
Hey!
are
you
a
Zulu?
Am
a
Bushman...no
you
are
a
Bantu,a
Bantu
or
Hottentots?
Maybe
an
Afrikaner.
I
came
from
the
Cape
Colony...not
from
Soweto
where"balck
animals"are
Dwelling,
pathetic
Creatures
formed
by
the
Hands
of
Hades.
Beast
of
burden
for
the
Afrikaner.
Bound
with
fetters
and
Chains,it
ploughs
the
Field,cultivates
and
plants
The
seed
of
sedition..alas!
These
beasts
un-
wind
their
yokes;to
be
human.
Can
a
leopard
change
its
Spots?
Yes
these
animals
Prophesied.
Lo!
what
do
I
now
see?
No
Beast
of
burden
to
till
our
Land
rather
they
dwell
Among
us.
Alas!
their
prophecy
lives!
They are eating what's inside the dust bin! Yuck! Duck! Plug! ....Pooh! Woo! Doo!
No ways l am going back ehlathini! Kanti nithini?
Ngiyazithemba!
I am Zulu!
I am Sotho!
I am Tswana!
I am Pedi!
I am Shona!
I am Tsonga!
I am Afrikaner!
No l am biased! Freedom and peace brought us unity....we are all made of gold! Take a look at how we shine!
The ancestors of Africa!
The heartbeat of the Mother Land , the continent rich with culture! Sweet soil decadent like sweet Hennessy.... drowning our sorrows! Together we strong , divided cracks flood our Rainbow.
Africa Stand up! Unite
Let a Dictator like Bob fall down! You are not Mahat Maghandi ! We forgave but the wounds still annoys us, frustrations in the form of Vandalism....#feesmustfall #strikes #xenophobia Mzansi you have been through a lot....take a seat you are still young! 23 like the prime of David Beckham....fresh like grilled cheese.
My mother land you are truly a spectacle....you are blessed, your sons and daughters are strong.
Black ,White , Asian and Disabled this is a plea to the Nation of an African giant "Nigeria" Terrorism must stop!
Iam an African kid .... with an African dream.
N TROTSE AFRIKANER BOER
Ek staan vanaand en kyk na my land
Suid Afrika.
Waar is ons land dan? Waar gaan
ons le vanaand?
Ek sien weer die voortreker wa. Ek
sien weer my oupa se oupa waar hy
jonk en vrolik die osse inspan, want
net oor die volgende bult le ons rus,
net oor die volgende bult le toekoms
rus oor daai bult le Louis Trichardt
en oor daai bult le buffels fontein.
Ja ons Afrikaner bloed le diep. Ver
loop ons bloed in bloedrivier in. In
die grond le ons swoeg en sweet. Is
daar dan nou nie n plek vir ons
afrikaner hart nie. Word ons nie ook
n plek gegun in die aarde waar ons
voorvaders baklei het vir ons
bestaan nie?
Hoe lank moet ons baklei om ons
plek te kry in die afrika se son en
sand? Hoe ver moet ons dan trek om
weer eens die land te maak waar ons
kan opbou soner om te dink water
plaas word weer geplunder water
een van ons Afrikaner boere se vrou
en kiners kry seer.
STAAN OP MY BOERE VOLK STAAN
OP UIT DIE AS EN KOM STAAN
SAAM TEEN DIE WAT SEER MAAK
WAT AFBRAND
Want ons hart le in ons kiners se
toekoms en soner ons aksie is hul
verlore. Sal hul omdraai en vra waar
is ons trots afrikaner waar was ons
Want in die land van moord rape en
barbare kan ons ook weer n land vir
ons as afrikaner skep. Kan ons die
Afrikaner weer veilig slaap vir ons
kiners n toekoms gee as daar aksie
is as ons ook weier om op getrap te
word
Ebony drunk and burnt rubber sienna swerving,
I crossed the white line ...
And tragically,
with emotional intensity,
word vehicular hit a vanilla-colored human being
My coal senses were belly dulled
by the intoxicating, sepia pleasure liberating pang
Released from the crowded cell ghetto chains;
brief moments of obsidian ostrich flight
was a tad sight, rice pad pedestrian
Blurred tunnel vision ... hypnotized
by the freedom movement
of the mesmerizing, Soweto asphalt
Brother on a high-speed pace,
Indy race car accelerator celebration
Didn’t notice til it was too late —
I crossed the white line,
and saw naked fear in the pretty doe eyes
of a bipedal, snow-tail dear
Miracle of miracles ...
Jah put a sobering brake on my
nitro-boost, Zulu soul
The near-fatal demise of
a fragile, porcelain feminine figurine
caused my chocolate lungs to scream
Still in the land of the living,
she cerulean-eye cried out for help
in tear-translated
Afrikaner Lowland Samaritan
I shook my coconut shell pride
out of potted self-pity,
and rushed
to provide compassionate giving
I signature crossed my Zimbabwe name
on a zebra accident report —
the white sheet, black dotted line
And willing confessed to my
careless, ethnic insensitive crime
ONE:
Is our Near East in Asia? Are Israelis "Asians"?
People from India are called South Asians
The same folk in Caribbean are East Indians!
Fancy that: West Indians being called East Indians
STOP: DON'T BLAME COLUMBUS
He simply said, Indios! You say South Asians
But I don't see North Asians, East Asian, or West Asians!
Two (2):
Now, Arabs are classed WHITE in USA
These South Asians are not
I guess Near East is WEST enough
Unless you are bad, bad Saddam - cast out
I means Indians being called anything but!
What gives?
The labelling police got me bad
(At John's Hopkins University way back when
I was a "meek Hindu." I did sue @ JHU)
Jesus made me a "meek" CHRIST-ian
Following the Meek of the Middle East
Holy Land's Meek Moses, man of God
THREE (3)
IN A NUTSHELL
This South Asian is really South African
A nutty situation: I'm not African African
Here they don't use ASIAN, but "Indian South African"
Yet if Whites can be "Afrikaner," why cant I?
I speak Afrikaans
Even pray when i evangelize, in daardie Taal!
Dankie Here, in die Naam can Die Vader, Seun en Heilige Gees amen