EVERYONE HAS AIDS

EVERYONE HAS AIDS

Tested or untested,

Interested or just simply uninterested?

From the infected we copy and to the uninfected we paste,

We squeeze our lives like toothpaste

But we get brushed to waste.

Our tears have become our sacred mirrors

With our broken knees we pray to our healers.

We walk to our graves dressed in our fears

We push the soil on ourselves like gears

And wash our shy faces with our tears.

EVERYONE HAS AIDS

Trapped in DAPP we are

Yes in Distributing AIDS from People to People..

From afar this is silly and simple

Yet when death dives in like a dimple

Blood calls on its master brewer,

Like Abel, no blood is poor.

EVERYONE HAS AIDS

The men, the women, the girls

The boys, the saints and the infidels.

UNTITLED

UNTITLED

Before existence existed

Before love loved

Before feeling felt

Before darkness darkened

Before prayer prayed

Before life lived

Before death died

Before thinking thought

Before eyes eyed

Before sin sinned

Everything was perfectly nothing.

When fights fight

When minds mind

When thoughts think

When sounds sound

When moves move

Then nothing becomes everything.

When there’s no time, what’s there?

KILLED ALIVE

KILLED ALIVE

Religion breastfeeds us with fear

Stopping us to see clear.

It’s true the gods know why suffer

I guess they too scream kaffir,

Our deaths give birth to our graves

 From birth to the tombs as slaves.

We are kids from broken homes,

Fruits of our mothers’ barren wombs

Our tears stand still on our swollen faces

While our history rings with a distressed echo

We pace back and forth in the forsaken circle

Preachers manipulate our imaginations with chapters and verses

Blinding us with promises of riches and places.

They say Noah the drunkard cursed our semen,

 So only have we a right to say amen.

Dead we are,

THE DARK SIDE OF THE NIGHT

THE DARK SIDE OF THE NIGHT 

We keep searching and looking

International flights we keep booking,

The highs and the lows

Still frozen in our colonial laws.

our abandoned tribes scream our names

but we are too shy to look back there.

Birthed from a dark past we are

History, our mother is her.

We vomit on the graves of our ancestors

to crawl under the wallet of our investors.

Our prophets trade prophecies with suits and ties

And our saints are lost in the tastes of wines and pies.

Here the night has fallen,

The frogs are calling

The stars keep falling.

Burning candles freeze and darkness burn so bright.

Dressed in darkness, our culture gasps

Like a dying dream.

Our prayers fly with arrogant ambitions,

Overshadowing our own identity…

We fail to tell our shadows from ourselves

Because much of us is in our shelves.

THE DEVIL’S BIOGRAPHY

THE DEVIL’S BIOGRAPHY

Was born from purity

but cheated himself into maturity.

Beauty was his description

And goodness was his prescription.

His ego got eccentric

But he needed no psychiatric.

His memory drowned

So he forgot his maker was around.

He did a few choruses

And pulled a few dances

But all that broke like glasses.

He aspired to be his own God

As his teeth glittered with gold,

In the shell of his pride

To God’s throne he took a ride.

With his head held high

He looked in his maker’s right eye 

Without saying hi

Being God, said he could try.

He clenched his fists against his maker

And vowed to be his maker’s wrecker,

That was enough evil, so he fell from that level.

G.R.Z

It’s the great river Zambezi,

The sanctuary of sliced tales

Told with a rhythm of its whales.

It’s storms bewilders even the sleeping heavens,

It roars with passion like the skies about to bleed

 on the crawling snails and the flying ravens.

Its waters so clear, to the sun it’s the mirror.

From afar, you hear the chants of its fish

As it enchants every living specie.

Great River Zambezi,

 The queen outside definitions….

Your water waves with flare

And brings to shame my wife’s Brazilian hair.

When she falls to sleep,

 the galaxies prostrate to cover her nakedness.

The moon wanders on her virgin soul

Like a vulture on a carcass.

Great River Zambezi,

You the rhyme that fits before the beat,

The warrior no time can beat,

Yes you are the G.R.Z