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Simamkele Ndima Poem
Death is an empty thing that strikes those who enter life, like screwing a whore with no strings. To sing this song of death to play with wisdom. little understanding of life so I fall short of the kingdom so I, pray to a god that I am not really sure is there so I eliminate the platform which was once there. I have teachers preachers analyzing so they ask if I care, I stare graciously into empty space. I am going to
Kill somebody, stabbing them continously, violently and sacrificing my last bit of crippled dignity, when I burn ferociously, won't even leave catiously. So plea until the oppressor strikes me down and taunts me with death as my salvation. Then I am going do it. Hang myself with contemplating who I am affecting because they'll all be dead.
The last of broken bread, like a jagged egde to my heartless felt life. I strive for nothing so therefore I am nothing.
So even when I recite this poem I stutter. I wish I could smoothe like a hot knife through butter. So these are the last few words that I utter, mutter. Ethically I pay tribute to my mother by why bother
So I leave silently causing no attention to myself or others, in contrast I wait, for my potential ever after, my life its final quarter so I await for my infinite slaughter.
Damn this is the best thing I ever thought of...
Copyright © Simamkele Ndima | Year Posted 2013
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Simamkele Ndima Poem
Hi, my name is Africa tell me what you see inside.
Dont get fooled by the norm because aids and crime is what you'll find.
Why do you speak of Africa as if its blind. clean your lens and upgrade what your mind dispenses, if not then comments will bring regular offences.
Hundreds of years have seen many oppressed, then last twenty have seen a continent sexually obsessed.
do we even see green pastures or is the phrase obselete leaving the faces around the world green.
Is Afica a fertile soil with no seeds to lay-could it be the reason why I strangely see blouted bellys everyday.
We have to look and observe and truly declare if this is my body's just deserves.
A mind concept
A thought gone depth
This is mine and this is yours dont let it die
dont let it fall, if you do you'll kill us all.
Africa is sinking and only the captain goes down with his ship
so leave me behind because by not preventing I have steered my ship down.
I sink on many tears cried by Africans
and land on many bodies killed by daily genocides
Hi my name is Afica tell me what you see inside.
Copyright © Simamkele Ndima | Year Posted 2013
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