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Siza Sibiya Poem
How can people want rights but they aren't right
While working in the daylight with souls bright as night
The creator shall judge the judges, The evil deserves evil
Good people will get what is equal to their actions
And immoral skin passions have fatal lessons
God has a scale where He weighs & sits
Because everything has equal opposite
We selfish to others but hold our nose when they sell theirs
And not giving pardons while expecting God’s cares
And blessings while leaving others with our bee stings
Now turn to your devil’s favorite things
Praying to join the heavenly choir
But with an evil song you desire
So retire before you join the hell fire.
To be right there's no wrong, the righteous are morally strong
You need more than calcium to be the backbone of society
While society breaks you, to makes you. Surprisingly,
The -able are ignorant and unstable
Unable to add-up in the moral table
Telling fables of multiplication while being divided
Trying to add reasoning in facts provided
Their individualism is subtracting from the fold
Being percentages of a percentage, losing the stronghold
False foundation told about a “Doomed Youth”
While the witty wise horde the fake truth
As the truly righteous shake their head and sings
Go ahead with the devil’s favorite things
Praying to join the heavenly choir
But with an evil song you desire
So retire before you join the hell fire.
The battle of truth lies in the beheading of lies
The Righteous must write us
For justice to be just to us and right us
Bleeding thoughts to think, words to ink
Carving insight to push sanity to the brink
Punching Intel, in mind, for knowledge to sink
Unfold stories consoled foretell tails told
Today's prophets profit profits with souls they forfeit
Crumbling towers with warped foundations
Ripping families but cursed lives they’re facin’
Losing the troubleshooting; uprooting with a booting
Bearing false fruits flawed brings
Now play with your devil’s favorite things
Praying to join the heavenly choir
But with an evil song you desire
So retire before you join the hell fire.
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In believing there is seeing
And a hope of understanding
That black strength is power
Of our black brother and sister put together
As they carry forever
As one kind of race
Putting many minds in place
Commanding, demanding
With the most high respect
And pride intact.
Demonstrated:
By high knee and clenched fist in the air
Motivated:
By a loud cheer, "ASIBASABI!"
We don't fear them!
Taking obstacles as they come
Crying, "WE SHALL OVER COME!"
'Cause the district where they are from
Is where poverty reign
Being the kingdom and domain
Where they'll remain
And that is why I'm saying
BLACK STRENGTH!
Copyright © Siza Sibiya | Year Posted 2013
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Paranoia: short circuit to madness
Walking around freely,
Yet our minds are in straitjackets
All these voices & choices
Will offer mental hazards
Control your action
As thought misfire accident
Check your medical aid
Before the consciousness blockade
Check your sense, in reality,
While your brain cells are in casualty
As you stand in crowds
You mind is gathering clouds
They see you while you are in "ICU"
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Hearing distant cries,
Hope you hear my demise
The deceased fight a battle, recognize
Armageddon heven began to rise,
Evil had no disguise,
Man idolize the warning of the wise
About the valley of the beast,
Where the red moon set east
And 360 degrees of brutal murder-ies
All in horror, torture, scorcher at least
Rebuked and punished for peace
Murdered by the beast and the deceased
The living were in mad pain,
Making labour pain feels like a migraine.
Seeing Sadam Hussein,
Beating himself with a thorned cane;
Limbless Hitler crying: “Putain! Putain!”
‘Cause the pain is insane,
More chaos came:
The Holocaust Campaign
Felt thunder in rain; saw lighting in flame,
Murdered the lame brain as a laughter reign
Of man three numbers meant his name.
Who’s to blame?
J.C. didn’t die in vain but man lost his fame
For His sins, felt the shame,
My mind’s slain,
In picturing, I can’t contain but complain
That if I were you … I’d start prayin’
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To the forgotten soul that have ever lived
For their families they have lost, a new nation conceived
For their ashes scattered, one blood they bleed
Blessed by their stories told and memories grieved
Loved for their battles lost and wars achieved
Their cowardice disregarded but courage believed
Their fears covered by their bravery revealed
Their sorrow wept, their lives appealed
With their bodies torn, one nation they weaved
One anthem they sing for lives they screamed
In the doom of battles darkness a ray of hope they beamed
As our last line of defense, this is how they lead
Now count the numerous grains of shapeless sand
In the war-torn widow’s hand, understand her internal misery
As every mournful tear, they wept is not a locked mystery
‘Cause every jagged grain is a lost memory
This simple gesture is a constant ministry
That the young blood perishes but the old bones live to tell the tale
The more they ask why, the harder the grave fail
To cover the brave
As they salute, march and wave
Not knowing so sorrow they will cave
With their blood, they will pave
And our salvation they'll save
Now on our hearts, they'll engrave
“WITH OUR LIVES WE GAVE”
Now we say:
“LOVING LIVE THE BRAVE!”
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Who is this?
A lyricist who does not want to be dissed?
Parliament pissed
But I have said: “crunchy but crisp”
But this is one true lyricist.
Check me out and listen to this:
These are words of a man dormant too long
Listen to my awakening and hear me roar
‘Cause like volcano I spit pure lyrics that be my lava
Radiate pure heart that is my wisdom
Ruling the righteous kingdom
Ooh! Mental implosion, internal explosion
Making me to rumble for undivided attention
And mental stability
From now until eternity
Like the holy trinity
This is
A lyricist who does not want to be dissed?
Parliament passed
But I have said: “crunchy but crisp”
But this is a one true
Check me out and listen to this:
“Consciousness:
A combination of thoughts and feelings
Put together as a whole,” unquote.
These are words of a lyricist
Who is a venom-ist but a visual-ist
At hard, rock vividness
“With strength stronger than the devil”
That be venom
But kids I am not a rapper or an M.C.
But I am tight enough to say
If I were a rope around your neck I would be choking
But I am not joking
‘Cause I oversee like Mosses split the sea
As the M.C. battleground dissect itself from the toes up
That is why:
I am a lyricist
The one does not want to be dissed?
Parliament passed
But I have said: “crunchy but crisp”
‘Cause I am one true lyricist.
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Life is but a dream, while rowing down the stream
Better to flow along in life’s mystery, some call it destiny
The present is a gift, if you catch my drift
Watch your flanks, as life & death are your banks
‘Cause your reserves are vested in your life preserve’s
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Play you noted Lyricists!
Let not your lyrics be missed!
Your silence is the frequency,
Enticed by a laced melody
Condemned in a rhythmic spell
Only time will really tell
Your lyrical harmony
Etched in life's symphony
Oh, Hail! Or Hale! Kings of speech!
May your words reign or rain on minds inpeach
Let knowledge rule as you teach
You are to blame for the popular fiction
And the lost hip hop depiction
Your vowel movement is the mission
As they are turning to wrong station
So arise oh sons of scribes!
Let not fame be your weakening bribes
The mystery is your story is still empty
But the words to be written are plenty
I plant thee in the soil of possibility
Growing history in eternity
Let the acclaimed awaiting your spark, put page to flame,
Illuminating the shame where fiction is no longer fame
Arise masters of word!
The creators of a new world.
Your potency is cryptic avalanche in dormant
To awaken minds with your content
With an earth shattering rumble you move earth with your stumble
Tripping all over yourself to cause a rampage and turn a page marked in history
That leads to the bread crumbs of destiny, displaying your self-mastery
Oh again rise blood line of prophets!
Be not sold out by profits.
Your words intertwine the future with the past
As ignorance over knowledge shall never be surpassed
So your prophecies can be for the youth’s benefits
And lost in the realm of the elder’s forfeit
While bleeding your ink work, flooding the stage
Flowing ears steadily from age to age
I say rage warrior of the Pens!
This is the age when ignorance ends.
As wielders of the pen die by the pen are heard
Cutting and stabbing the paper in furry blurred
Let those pens bleed till society flood
Cleansing it with its righteous blood
To awaken other giants from their slumber
Killing silence's winter into summer
Where ignorance is not left to its own device
Only your golden silence should be an adequate price
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Once upon a time in a new day dawning
In the crack of time between night and morning
Something caught me from yarning
It was sweet but felt like a warning
That death is night to life of a new day born in
This celebration of life beginning
The song bird took up their instruments and started singing
Awakening sleepers with a joyous springing
Ending their short death with a new up bringing
So sing little song bird
Every morning as the sun comes anew
Only recognized by the few
Flapping her wings in the dew
She’s that song bird
Cracking the dawn, she’s heard
What can she say? She’s just a bird
Can’t speak but you know her word
So sing little song bird sing
With your melody bring
The wind of nature in your wing
In your serenade there’s our fling
All I am saying
Is sing little song bird sing
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This is a rat infested; flea bitten, trash seeking, concrete hardened,
Winter frozen, nose closing stench I call life.
Poverty my wife:
Ash my nourishment; paper my blanket; disorder my order;
Sewage my water; concrete my mattress; streets my room
No-one is who I am
Living to see another day my plan
Been all over the place but still the same street
Cracked the hardest sole by the greater feet,
Which though winter or summer bring the strongest cold?
BUT YET SO BOLD
To crack a smile of serenity, freeing me, peacefully
Un-comprehended but well complemented
But can’t dare to share it
With my enemies: the rich; the government; the wealthy
I salute you poverty, there were not supposed to be
Don’t they know the richer they are the poorer I become
I know that I’m black but poverty is where I’m from
They may get richer in rand but I’ve got more in cent
Common and the ones jingling in my pants
That’s why I say:
“This is a rat infested; flea bitten, trash seeking, concrete hardened,
Winter frozen, nose closing stench I call LIFE.”
POVERTY MY WIFE
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