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BE MINE FOREVER
IF DEATH STRIKES ME NOW.
IF DEATH TAKES YOU NOW,
KNOW THAT YOU WILL BE MINE FOREVER.
EVEN IN THE NEXT WORLD,
YOU WILL BE MINE FOREVER.
IF WE BOTH DIE SIMULTANEOUSLY;
AND IF I GO TO HEAVEN NOT WIT YOU,
I WILL ASK TO GO TO HELL;
A PLACE WHERE THE FIRES NEVER STOP BURNING;
JUST TO BE WITH YOU,
FOR I LOVE YOU FOREVER.
IF YOU GO TO HEAVEN WITHOUT ME,
WILL QUIT HEAVEN AND COME TO ME?
I ASK YOU TO BE MINE FOREVER,
EVEN IN PLACES WHERE CRYING IS FOREVER.
EVEN IN DAYS WHEN DARKNESS IS FOREVER.
BE MINE FOREVER.
I WILL CROSS ALL SEAS TO BE WITH YOU,
I WILL CRY TEARS IF THAT MAKES YOU BELIEVE IN ME.
ONLY IF YOU COULD BE MINE FOREVER.
JUST BE MINE FOREVER.
IT WILL HURT ME TO SEE YOU LEAVING;
WHEN I KNOW I YOU WILL NEVER BE MINE AGAIN.
I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU LIVING WITH FEAR,
OR WITH PAIN.
I DON’T BELIEVE THERE IS ANYONE
WHO CAN GIVE YOU THE LOVE I AM
GIVING YOU.
SO BE MINE FOREVER.
POEM BY: MZET DA POET
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Pointless
I have been asking myself,
Maybe you can ask yourself;
Why do I say this is pointless, you clueless,
But wait and watch it unfold.
Do you want to be,
A well fed slave or a hungry free man
I know you’ll say this is question is pointless,
But it is worth answering.
Would you slave because you starve?
Or would you starve because you are no slave?
Do you want to be a well fed slave,
Or a hungry free man?
It all coming back to me saying;
It is all pointless.
What is the use of being qualified?
When you will not be hired.
You see it is all pointless.
Do you want to be a well fed slave,
Or a hungry free man?
Okay, I am speechless thinking about the helpless
They live a curse an empty purse.
Tell me what the use is,
Of going to work every morning,
When others can get everything for free,
“Corruption called connection,”
Do you want to be a well fed slave
Or a hungry free man?
I remain clueless and hopeless, speechless; this is pointless.
What is the point in being free when you are jobless;
This is pointless, we are all helpless.
Would you want to be a well fed slave,
Or a hungry free man?
To be or not to be?
What is the point in being free,
When you don’t have no home?
What is the point in being free,
When you don’t have no food,
You are free to walk but not to talk,
It is all coming back to say, you are still a slave.
Peace is justice!
Peace is fairness!
Peace is freedom of speech!
Peace is access to resources,
Silence is none of the above,
Is your land a land of peace or silence.
What is freedom?
When you work for no pay.
What is freedom,
When our sisters slave in textile industries,
Only to earn peanuts.
It is pointless to call slavery freedom.
Do you want to be a well fed slave,
Or a hungry free man.
It is pointless, I am hopeless, they are voiceless.
Let me be their voice.
Why would you struggle
For over twenty five years in education,
To be an abomination in the nation?
Why? Why struggle for jobs you were trained for?
Are you a well fed slave, or a hungry free man?
Freedom is living not existing!
Freedom is dreaming.
Freedom is moving unlimited!
Freedom is having all you want!
Slavery is none of the above.
Is your land a land of freedom or slavery?
It all seems pointless,
But the pain is endless.
Act fact no foul.
Don’t think but act.
Thought without action is fruitless, pointless;
Action without thought is foolish; stupid;
Are you a well fed slave or a hungry free man?
Don’t let your dreaming be pointless.
By Mzet da Poet
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There comes a time
There comes a time,
In everyone’s life;
When he’s got to face the truth,
No matter how or what.
There comes a time in your life,
When you will need me the most,
I won’t be there.
There comes a time in your life,
When you will not need me at all,
I won’t be there.
But now that I have this chance to be with you,
I will tell you what I know about this world;
It is not a bed of roses.
There comes a time to surrender,
Surrender yourself to someone.
Someone you will call your soul mate;
Somehow you will wish I could be there at times,
But you will be on your own.
There comes a time,
When you will meet turbulence
Along your way;
But there will be no turning back.
There comes a time in your life,
When you will be lonely. Lonely.
See, I am not that kind;
See, I am not the kind of a soul,
That will bring you flowers everyday.
I am not the kind of a guy,
That will tell you, show you I care in many fancy ways.
But there comes a time
When you will feel my absence.
Looking at where I used to sit
Won’t help you see me again.
Eating what I used to eat,
Won’t help you remember me.
Looking at my picture will be fruitless.
I will be gone. Gone never to return!
Singing the songs I sang,
Will only be a hard bang.
You will regret every little frown
You gave me instead of a smile.
You will feel my absence to no essence.
There comes a time;
When you will feel my need;
When you will realize that,
You will never find no one like me.
There comes this time. This time!
I will be gone.
I will be dead from your sight;
The eye of heaven will shine,
But you will still be in darkness.
There comes a time in your life.
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Sacrifice
If you want to receive,
First retrieve the little you have.
Believe me you;
Life is all about sacrifice.
If you want Heaven,
Sacrifice your pleasure and leisure
For your soul;
If you want Hell,
Sacrifice your soul
For your pleasure and leisure.
Life is all about sacrifice.
Life is nothing but a race,
No matter the pace;
We are all running to reach the finishing line;
But we never know how long that will take us;
It can be two years from now,
Or just a second from now.
What do you sacrifice?
Sow not in the flesh.
For, the body is just a vehicle to navigate the world;
The real you resides in your soul.
Why would you fight to gain the whole world?
And lose every atom of your soul?
Sacrifice!
Sacrifice!
Sacrifice!
Mzet da Poet
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Gloria
I have always been a lover of art,
So much that I did no harm to any human,
Feared all creation as sacred creatures,
That wait only to shout to God, Gloria!
Gloria to Shembe! Gloria to Shembe!
Through the windows of my soul,
I think what I see is the beginning of my End.
Every breath I take could have hurt a soul,
I See the breadth and depth of this call,
Before I leave, I will tell the whole world,
That indeed the Holy Spirit He promised us came.
Gloria! Gloria to Nyazi Lwezulu! Gloria!
Hurting people is not part of the art in my heart,
But as humans we err, we hurt and we also forgive.
Gloria to Shembe! Gloria! Gloria to Shembe!
Where He lead His people, no sin shall advance,
No grudges and heavy hearts shall advance.
Gloria to Shembe! Gloria! Gloria to Shembe.
As once did I arrive, so shall I depart as one.
To all those that I may have wronged, forgive me.
To all those I helped, I wish I could see you shine,
All those who never found in me what they looked for,
I wished I could be everything to everyone but I couldn’t.
To all those I never helped, you know I tried and I wished
My trying could somehow ease your crying.
Forgive me but forget me not for the good I did.
In Heaven there I go, I will sing Gloria! Gloria to Shembe!
Gloria to Christ! I will sing Gloria! Gloria to Shembe.
Now look with me towards the West,
God I hope and pray not for the worst.
My soul has traveled further away from the East,
Towards there where the sun shines last for the day.
In the Arms of Shembe is where I weep to belong,
Gloria to Shembe! Gloria! Gloria to Nyazi Lwezulu.
When winter comes and my gardens are whitened,
I pray to Shembe my faith is not flattened but heightened
For, He promised us a Home where Angels dwell,
Where the sun sets not!
Where joy is the order, praise the manner and worship
The culture.
Where the sun shines not,
Our eyes are blinded by the passing decaying glamour,
How so I wish the eyes of my soul be opened so they see,
The Home! The Home of the Nazarites,
Where we forever sing, alongside Angels of Light;
Gloria to God! Gloria to Shembe! Gloria to God.
Mzamane Mndzebele – The Black iPoet. 31032020
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