Repeat after me
By D. Senda
Say these words after me hi
Say I’m not a victim, say it and mean it
I know you’re hurting
And you may not get it now while going through it
But there’s an answer waiting right now
Washing and wishing away in tears and doubting
For what with our mouths we confess
We pray to occur in our lives
Say the words.
With conviction say them
Say them from the hilltops of your pride
If you have to soar like an eagle soar
Inflate if you have to like a peacock
For every word that departs your lips conditions your mind
I am not a victim, say it nice and loud
Tell me this.
Who tells the waves of the seas to rise after they crash?
But don’t they just?
And the dust, who ever said it deserves to kiss the skies?
If dirt made for the ground will not lie on the ground in the face of a storm
What of you made and ordained to rule over all that creeps and crawls?
All that so you can sit on your self-made sword?
And drink of your cup of pity? I am not a victim!
Say it, repeat after me
I am not a victim!
I am not a victim!
I am not a victim!
I hope you mean it.
Will rise
Ruthless Dictators
Psychological spectators
In this drama
Unmoved by a white mama’s cry
As she watches
Her farmer son die
Murdered by misled youths
Was veterans my ass
They pour on the land
Like leeches on my black skin
Sons of thieves
With government guns
They kill with no remorse
I feel a sense of lose
We can never be
What we were
When we were a people
Years from now
Our children
With tears in their eyes
Reflecting on our history
A sad story
From my heart
I am truelly sorry
For my brothers killing the farmer
They are blinded by greed
So they commit evil deeds
Oneday the spirit of the dead
Will rise
Bring misery to the nation
And their future generations
Breath and Smile
When we die we turn to dust,
Neither soul nor breath will last.
These smiles we see and those i saw
They will be gone together with this soul,
Beneath the dust they will halt…..
So, smile before your breath is out.
Mistakes
Micheal Jackson he surely could not simply die.
How can a man of energetic dances on stage
Just drop down to the ground at that age.
But just like others whose faces are stuck in earth….
He simply made a grievous mistake
Of forgetting to breathe in and out
Death
You see me around please run,
Cos i cut throats i kill for fun.
I take out life with much deft
I am an expert in life theft.
I leave beauty bodies in rigid stiff,
I am related to moaning and grief
I am an omega I’m always the last,
I decay the flesh and tun it to dust.
The Newsbearer
The Newsbearer
He died
For bearing the news
They didn’t want people to hear.
by Lawrence Hoba
