Details |
Paul Kasami Poem
From the “jungles” of Soweto
To the “lakes” of Kalahari
Come!
Let us adopt grey children
Call them Mogadishu or Benghazi.
Donate your second hand underwear
To the west
Stand up! Let’s go
Attack undemocratic countries
Beyond the Mediterranean
Let us go monitor
Their elections and
Determine who wins or just
Declare rebels the rightful
Leaders of a country.
Let us go buy some humans
From across the Atlantic,
Chain them and make them
Work on our plantations.
If not, let’s go buy land in the isles
Start up banks in that land
And make the Afro world currency
Let us hold
Charity walks for sick
Hollywood stars
Along the streets of New York
Also rear goats as Pets
And hold tomato fights at Buckingham palace.
Copyright © Paul Kasami | Year Posted 2013
|
Details |
Paul Kasami Poem
Africa In The News
Tanks hugging the
Unwilling ground,
Minute ants poke their treads.
As blackened trees still smoke
From the heavy rebel shelling.
A faceless child lays in a
Lake of blood,
Its toothless mother tries
To bite into a tree trunk
Just to get the last sap.
The filthy hands of other children
Weild machetes.
A colourless camera man incessantly clicks
For his modern world to see.
Paul Kasami
Copyright © Paul Kasami | Year Posted 2014
|
Details |
Paul Kasami Poem
MORNING DEW
Molten sweetness,
I implore you
to forfeit all else
for I will not stop aching
until you become the thump
to my heart,
together travelling through ages,
forever cuffed.
Copyright © Paul Kasami | Year Posted 2018
|
Details |
Paul Kasami Poem
Baked strands of air
cut through my nostrils.
As a cloud of red hung above rooftops
so lads covered
their huge mouths and blood shot eyes
with polythene bags.
The miserable trees had forcibly
lost their green coat,
the red earth had begun to crack,
and rhythmic motion revealed
gloomy black ants collecting dust
instead of rice grains.
Once upon a time in ages
a black dot showed in the sky
rumblings were heard through the earth
and by divine whim,
did piercing drops fall,
trickling down onto my face
I lifted my tongue to the sky
like a tired dog
until I could bare it no more
and that was it
the sky cleared,
and the usual red arrested the brief blue.
Copyright © Paul Kasami | Year Posted 2019
|