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Ikoketseng Lawrence Poem
My life line is within poetry
until the end of time
despite the minute platform it has
it is the only platform the truth is stuck on
Until the end of time
poetry will expose pastors who judge
by trying to speak for god
instead of letting god speak through them
Until the end of time
poetry will be ignored
because people idolise rappers
and poetry in rap is dead
Until the end of time
ghetto children will be seen as criminalso
Because the people they idolise end up behind bars
Until the end of time
the president will proclaim his achievements and not address poverty
because his status is more important than poor people
Until then end of time
politicians will make empty promises for votes
and leave as like a player that got what he wanted
Copyright © Ikoketseng Lawrence | Year Posted 2017
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Ikoketseng Lawrence Poem
If the sounds that I was making while I was in my mother's womb
could be translated into words
they would construct a poem
so the construction of poetry in me was in progress before I was conceived
the purpose of my poems is to tell the truth on my behalf
so when I leave this cruel world
I don't want a pastor at my funeral
who is going to shot out lies on my behalf
instead I want my poems to be recited
Rappers could try by all means to destroy poetry
even though rap wouldn't exist without poetry
so in the roots of rap is where I will forever remain
which is poetry
poetry is alienated because people can't digest the truth
the truth that could nurture their knowledge
instead the want lies that bring a smile upon satan's face
Copyright © Ikoketseng Lawrence | Year Posted 2017
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Ikoketseng Lawrence Poem
Love fools us like it is not made in heaven
as most times it feels like a sin that deserves the penalty of dancing in hell come judgement day
A spiritual drug that possesses us uninvited
to take control of our emotions
And drive us to paranoia and depression
A heart's remedy that slowly changes
And kills us like the poison on the back of a frog
Love breeds hate yet hate is born to protect us from love
Satan's greatest feeding ground is in love
A thief that fest on our pain and emotions
And leave the our hearts in wreck
With nothing to clean up
But stains of tears on our pillows
Copyright © Ikoketseng Lawrence | Year Posted 2018
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Ikoketseng Lawrence Poem
To the flow of a drum
They throw words like spears
To honour their culture with a side of a dance
They evoke the ancestors with voices that echo through the jungle
Animals have no choice but to bow down to the conquers of the jungle
They recite poetry to rejoice before the gods
They become poems that speaks to the dead
Their aura bring forth forest birds to lead the to the narrow light in the darkness
They sleep to the sound of a lion's roar
Fearless of the beast near their hut
Copyright © Ikoketseng Lawrence | Year Posted 2018
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