Freedom was preached,
Millions of South Africans waited,
Waiting for many years.
The regime was very
Hash to some folks,
And privileged the minority.
Disadvantaged people
Cried yearly,
No one cared for them,
Discrimination and racism
Were the major problem
In the entire South Africa.
More black people were
Tortured,
Shot,
Chopped,
Arrested,
Hung innocently.
Some freedom fighters
Were put behind bars
Due to fighting
For their rights.
The way was long
To reach freedom.
Bright sun, moon and
Stars appeared,
The day and night
Were so bright.
Time for forgiveness
Which was called
" National Reparation."
Some wounds could be healed,
And damage fixed.
Some prisoners were released,
Peace and love reigned,
Rainbow nation
Was born,
And
Apartheid died.
Millions of people sung," freedom"
Because they were now free to do things
They could not do from
Many years.
April 27/2023
By Alfonso Warally Ngengethe
Mussabwa Chris
Your country has laws
freedom and rights
that lead to the courts
who settle up fights
You think it’s a given
yet see it unfair
determined and driven
but going nowhere
A victim of racism
keeps you beneath
prevented by sexism
seeking relief
being gay is illegal
in the land of Qatar
women ain’t equal
put behind bars
Issue ultimatum
as if it’s our place
try and persuade them
it’s all in poor taste
We used to invade them
back in the day
a land they’ve retaken
to get their own way
But now we are forcing
the way of the west
without our armed forces
because we know best
We had no right
to rule over them
this time we’re polite
as we do it again
It isn’t our place
it never will be
so as for poor taste
how stupid are we
It’s uncanny. . .
How right has become wrong.
How whites don’t belong.
How living by rules
is only for fools.
It’s uncanny. . .
How believing in God
makes one rather odd.
How our nation’s flag
is a burnable rag.
It’s uncanny. . .
How telling the truth
is blatantly uncouth.
How taking His name in vain
is absent of shame.
It’s uncanny. . .
How statues of the great
are toppled with hate.
How the press
is unfailingly Left.
How being put behind bars
makes protestors stars.
How America’s founders
were racist bounders.
It’s uncanny. . .
How killing the unborn
has become a norm.
How breaking laws
produces standing applause.
How those in military attire
are mercilessly under fire.
How officers in blue
are targets of spit and spew.
Yes and alas, it’s uncanny. . .
how so much we have cherished
seems today to have perished.
What did I do to deserve this?
Could someone out there not condone my purpose?
Maybe this nightmare is but a dream.
What a horror in a place so serene.
Oh why did this happen to me?
I am kind.
I am a sweet and holy sanctuary.
Where many prayed and got married.
All I’ve given was love.
Paris is home after all.
These burn marks are but little scars.
It was all an accident.
No one needs to be put behind bars.
I’ve been here since I’ve risen.
But today I fell.
I’m a part of heaven now spitting out bits of the underworld.
But how did this story begin?
Bring the water,Paris friends.
Behold the day of tragic.
Please let the whole world see the resilience I have.
And may they cry for me.
I’m still standing in the eyes of Virgin Mary.
Send evil’s hate away from the Lord’s gate.
I will bounce back and still house God’s promise.
It’s not your fault,I’ll always have forgiveness.
IF ever I had a country : XIII - XIV
XIII
IF ever I had a country
And if ever I were the Sports Secretary
I'd remind every sportsman performing for money
That the buying and selling of humans born free
Died with slavery in the Nineteenth Century
And put behind bars all club committees found guilty
That is, if ever I were the Sports Secretary
And even if I never ever had no country
XIV
If ever I had a country
And if ever I were the Sports Secretary
I'd fine any sportsman his salary for hood-winking the referee
After every judo throw and karate jab above or below the knee
Just when the ball's dribbled to the goal --- for a penalty
Even if the VAR-referee is blind to what we see on TV
That is, if ever I were the Sports Secretary
And this, even if I never ever had no country
© T. Wignesan - Paris, July 3, 2018
Fortunes and fishermen
drowning in helium.
We should be priority
but we're
numbered
wings clipped
put behind bars as if
the sky has been ripped
from our grasp
and remains only a memory
in the aviary.
The word was boss,
top dollar diving
then hung on the cross
the word was still boss.
Along came ***** in pictures
the new pixels they sell us as scriptures,
but
nobody bothered to read
they just looked.
They'll celebrate revelations
drunken
besotted with their demonstrations
of faith.
But christ's on the freeway
doing eighty and
there's no way that he's
coming back.
Fortunes and fishermen who
hold tight to the talisman
praying
It'll be alright.
I just do not care myself
If you are tricked by a devil’s beauty
And rush to staunchly support me
And squash all the allegation pitted against
And term me an honest or innocent and set me free
Yet I won’t go to support me
I stand strongly against myself
As I found me guilty in many counts
And they are more than thirty three
In telling lies and hatching conspiracies
In slandering people and in biting back behind the curtain
As a judge I award myself a kick and thirteen lashes
And put behind bars for years ninety nine
You may be tricked by a whore’s glamour and beauty
And set me scot- free
I do not do the same
As I find myself the sole witness against me
And I know how did I do myself the sordid things
I warned my tongue
I threatened my mind never to use
My hands and legs to do misdeeds
I did not care myself; I just did not care myself
And till date continue telling lies
Do you catch me this time ?
or are you still under the tricks of a devil's beauty ?
You wanted to make a rapist suffer after he got out on parole.
You succeeded but by doing so, your heart became as black as coal.
He was paroled after only nine years in prison and you wanted to make him feel pain.
Last night he went to feed the dog that he bought only to see that she had been slain.
That man committed rape but his dog was innocent.
I saw you kill the dog and you'll pay for that incident.
I'm going to call the Police because you went too far.
Now it's your turn to be arrested and put behind bars.
(This is a fictional poem.)
With pen in hand
How little the world seem to me
How powerful I do feel
For there’s nothing I can’t handle
Everything I tackle
Criminals I put behind bars
Minds I sharpen
With pen in hand
I am a hero
With pen in hand
I am a legend
For my words are filled with power
For my thoughts heals the nation
For I give hope to those hopeless
For I care for the elderly
And restore respect to the youths.
With pen in hand
HIV/AIDS is history
For I encourage ABCD precaution
For I preach about abstinence and faithfulness
With pen in hand
I am your love doctor
For I mend broken hearts
For my words soothes lover’s hearts
With pen in hand
I need neither gun nor knife
For there’s no battle I can’t win
With pen in hand
I will conquer the world.
(This is a fictional poem)
I stand here with a shotgun pointed at my head.
If I don't marry this man's daughter, I'm as good as dead.
His daughter is pregnant and somehow he thinks I'm the dad.
I've tried to tell him that I'm not but he won't listen because he's so mad.
He's just itching to pull the trigger because he's really pissed.
I have no choice but to say I do but later I'll get out of this.
When he goes to sleep tonight, I'm going to hotwire his car.
I'm going to drive to the nearest police station and have him put behind bars.
You were arrested and put behind bars.
I guess you deserve to be where you are.
But we all make mistakes, to err is human, to forgive is divine.
Many people want you out of their lives but I still want you to be a part of mine.
People can change and you are paying for committing that crime.
I'll still be there for you while you're doing time.
Educate me people
Can you hear me from the steopel?
How can you learn from the streets?
I know hip-hop can teach you different beats
Music can teach you a lot I'm sure
Reggae, hip-hop, r&b, and etc. are so pure
How can you learn from a friend?
Someone who always sin
Do drugs and steal cars
And is put behind bars
How can a camp teach you better?
Learn how to love and write your enemy a nice letter
Do push-ups and climb a wall
Climb to high and you might just fall
Educate me people
I said do you here me from the steopel?
There's more to be learned than taught
Do you know about Dr. King and Malcolm X and how they both fought
Come on people put the little kids in school
Doing the right thing might be cool
Learning can actually rule
I know don't no body want to be a fool
Looking at the wall can't teach you nothing
At least turn on t.v or do something
Television probably can do some good
Learn something new, I think you should
Give me your knowledge
So I can learn and go to college
'Cause if no one wants to listen
Then I'll pay attention