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Njabulo Madela Poem
Freedom is documented,
When new page opens,
unwritten words await,
But It feels like wandering in the mist,
Walking in the tangles of sin,
Rules feel like destiny,
Yet we are caged,
The sky was never the limit,
Still not the limit,
But are we strong enough
To make our own choices?
To open a new page,
To write our own new peace?
Will our story be told?
If we roar, will we be heard
Or silenced, gunned down?
So, are we truly free?
Do we really have a choice?
Without fate, without faith,
Freedom is a dilemma.
Right or wrong
A choice must be made,
Even choosing nothing,
It still a choice,
In a flash,the Rubicon is crossed,
Are we really free?
Or still to be?.
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From the blueness of the sky,
there's truth hidden beneath the skin.
Conscience knows the scene:
if not life, then death holds the truth,
so I choose to stay with the truth.
You raise love only to take life.
You sing love songs to the sun,
reciting lyrics of hate to the stars,
sharing my time with hate and death,
closing my tunnel to shine,
changing the channel when I cry,
giving motivations of failure when I try,
shutting down my dreams as you shout,
Placing stones beneath my bed,
promoting dreams of unpeaceful rest.
You have changed.
You give names of turbulent flow:
Gravity, you're pulling me down.
You used to sing songs of grace to the mercies.
Taking one step at a time was our pace;
living like kings and queens was the price.
Giving reasons,
you've become seasons—
you're falling leaves in the rainy season.
You open the eyes of the blind not to see,
You stir angry waves in the ocean:
fighting for the sea,
lullabies you used to sing—
Not with skepticism ;you were amazing.
But now,
you have changed.
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Meticulously petitioning the Divine for renascence,
From the trepidation of my solipsistic ways.
A renascence into the sempiternal.
For a moment, I was indolent.
But mercy is not optional,
Love unconditional.
Seeking the Magnanimous One,
The Luminous One renders me numinous.
Promised blessings falling like raindrops,
Sheltered by anointing,
Like Daniel, before whom beasts capitulate,
Like Shadrach, untouched by flame,
Like Job faith unshaken by self-fame,
Oh, my soul bless the Omnipotent name.
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Njabulo Madela Poem
The sun kissed by mountain goodbyes,
That’s how time flies,
With hope to rise,
And potential born of dedication,
Yet drowned beneath trepidation.
You’re the descended curse from Eden,
Grace misplaced, a soul still bleeding.
Ambiguous dreams, not synchronicity,
You are the seed of Adam and Eve,
Footsteps echo in melancholy.
You pray for wealth, not to be holy,
Chasing gold, forgetting the slowly.
But silence guards the truth you fear,
Like raindrops quieting dust so near.
No gain just pain you feel,
Still, you cease not, nor do you kneel,
Pray when you kneel,
Capitulate not to defeat,
For you are fate’s own Eden seed,
When the noise dies,
The truth stands tall,
The mirror reflect defined art,
That's you realize you got yourself .
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For many times we've been down,
Are we not still standing now?
At dawn we petition the divine,
Hoping for renascence into the sempiternal.
Be it luminous sun or caliginous night, neither is optional,
Then the sun kisses the mountains goodbye,
Reminding us how swiftly time flies.
If we sleep,
Will we see tomorrow?
The rising sun is never promised.
Yet with hope, we close our eyes,
Longing to see it kiss the dew,
Freeing the grass to stand tall with pride.
That is us, that will be us,
Falling like raindrops,
But we never fall,
We descend to silence the dust,
And rise again as petrichor.
We never fall, we transcend,
That's how life shapes us,
There we were, this is us,
and those will be us,
and with hope,
Here we are, still standing,
We never fall.
Copyright © Njabulo Madela | Year Posted 2025
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