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Rodrick De-Bathe Poem
I am
I am that senseless thief.
That has stolen the trust away from a nation
When they talk about me their hearts are sad.
I am that heartless murderer.
That has taken the God given life
They fear not me but my killer name.
I am that brutal rapist.
That has planted disease on which I preyed
Whenever they sleep there are nightmares of me.
I am that selfish fraudster.
That has brought poverty to the life of many
Whenever they see me they count their losses.
I am that merciless car jacker.
That has taken what belongs to you
Whenever they think of me they go into panic.
I am that rootless drug dealer.
That has made a nation of junkies
Whenever they paranoid I come to their relief.
I am that reckless drunk driver.
That has put the lives of many in danger
Whenever they see me it’s already too late.
Today I am a prisoner.
To spend twenty five years in jail
Nobody comes to see me.
But maybe I deserve it
Cause I am a criminal.
Bergville prison
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A rose grown on concrete
Behind these steel grill bars,
Admiring the heaven stars.
I remain that black rose,
Growing on concrete there I pose.
With petals shattered,
And my thirsty roots scattered.
With my stem rotting in strain,
12 months have gone there’s no rain.
I absorb the slightest rays of light,
To keep me strong through the night.
With only hope tomorrow I’m alive,
But faith keeps me strong I will survive.
But if I should die,
Wipe your eyes don’t you “crie.”
Just bury me smiling,
As that black rose charming.
But whilst alive it will rain,
Out of these bars were there’s no pain.
Inspired by a moment of hurt and anger in prison (2008)
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A rose grown on concrete
Behind these steel grill bars,
Admiring the heaven stars.
I remain that black rose,
Growing on concrete there I pose.
With petals shattered,
And my thirsty roots scattered.
With my stem rotting in strain,
12 months have gone there’s no rain.
I absorb the slightest rays of light,
To keep me strong through the night.
With only hope tomorrow I’m alive,
But faith keeps me strong I will survive.
But if I should die,
Wipe your eyes don’t you “crie.”
Just bury me smiling,
As that black rose charming.
But whilst alive it will rain,
Out of these bars were there’s no pain.
Inspired by a moment of hurt and anger in prison (2008)
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The killer beast in me
There’s a potent killer beast that lives in me,
That slowly rips my flesh apart that you can’t see.
It came to existence through reckless pleasures,
Now this life is lived to certain measures.
This killer within has made me weak
And for many years afraid to speak
It eats my flesh and leaves me bones
One day my chest will be packed with stones
Show mercy upon us beast don’t let us mourn
Forgive our children and the newly born
That you have made orphans in the care of poverty
And now they lay hungry in the arms of sympathy
And through you I feel like I’m a shame
You’ve made me anger that passes blame
You’ve turned us human like you a beast
Were we rape and murder like it’s a feast?
But today we’ve learnt to know you better
And with positive thought we’ll cure the matter
Cause together as one we will stand
To fight against your upper hand
We’ve given you the honour for far to long
And no more shall we dance to the boring HIV/Aids song
Cause all you are is just a horrible beast
But triumph will come and we will feast.
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A mind in recovery
As the breeze blows through my dreaded hair,
I sit in this world as if I don’t care.
From a distance away I hear the clouds crash.
The skies are brewing a storm,
And my mind is spiralling out of form.
My soul has an unhealed slash.
The air becomes filled with cigarette smoke,
And my lungs begin to slowly choke.
The cravings within me have died.
So I remain with suffocating emotions,
My habits have submitted me to regulations.
All the rivers of sin have dried.
Life propelled me to recovery,
While God’s initial plan is discovery.
I am embracing the eyes to see within me.
I have come to terms with my addiction,
I no longer live in condemnation,
God has saved me.
Inspired by a group session in rehab ( Harmony retreat) 2011
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The killer beast in me
There’s a potent killer beast that lives in me,
That slowly rips my flesh apart that you can’t see.
It came to existence through reckless pleasures,
Now this life is lived to certain measures.
This killer within has made me weak
And for many years afraid to speak
It eats my flesh and leaves me bones
One day my chest will be packed with stones
Show mercy upon us beast don’t let us mourn
Forgive our children and the newly born
That you have made orphans in the care of poverty
And now they lay hungry in the arms of sympathy
And through you I feel like I’m a shame
You’ve made me anger that passes blame
You’ve turned us human like you a beast
Were we rape and murder like it’s a feast?
But today we’ve learnt to know you better
And with positive thought we’ll cure the matter
Cause together as one we will stand
To fight against your upper hand
We’ve given you the honour for far to long
And no more shall we dance to the boring HIV/Aids song
Cause all you are is just a horrible beast
But triumph will come and we will feast.
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Rodrick De-Bathe Poem
The killer beast in me
There’s a potent killer beast that lives in me,
That slowly rips my flesh apart that you can’t see.
It came to existence through reckless pleasures,
Now this life is lived to certain measures.
This killer within has made me weak
And for many years afraid to speak
It eats my flesh and leaves me bones
One day my chest will be packed with stones
Show mercy upon us beast don’t let us mourn
Forgive our children and the newly born
That you have made orphans in the care of poverty
And now they lay hungry in the arms of sympathy
And through you I feel like I’m a shame
You’ve made me anger that passes blame
You’ve turned us human like you a beast
Were we rape and murder like it’s a feast?
But today we’ve learnt to know you better
And with positive thought we’ll cure the matter
Cause together as one we will stand
To fight against your upper hand
We’ve given you the honour for far to long
And no more shall we dance to the boring HIV/Aids song
Cause all you are is just a horrible beast
But triumph will come and we will feast.
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Dear loving Faith
I’ve lost you years ago
But today behind these prison bars
You bring hope to this meaningless life
And made me understand what my
purpose is
Faith you have brought me acceptance
This made me realize my mistakes
In my solo state in this prison cell
I have found it hard to get you out of my
mind
Faith you have comforted me when nobody
cares
And showed me vital family roles
No matter how much I have denied you
And all the trouble I have caused
I still see your presence smiling down at me
At a time in my life when I was out of
control
Faith you took me on another journey
Which today, I am proud to show the
knowledge acquired
And I stand proud to say that I have faith
Although it has taken the worst to realize
your importance
From an addict to a convict
Faith you stood constant and made me feel
trustworthy again
Faith you have brought a want to change
and do good in me
I now stand with the surety that I have
faith in life
And how you remind me of a miraculous
woman
At once she became the mother I wished to
have
And gave me the sisters I never had
And through all differences she remembers
me in jail
Faith you have made me who I am now
A better man who is seeking to find faith in
God
And coming to think of it this woman’s
name is Faith
And may God bless this humble woman
and give her faith in me.
Rodrick aka Alimant’e Mohroma
Bergville prison
28th Sep 2008
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