THE HAUNTED SOUL

Trampled upon

        Lies and deception

A hope was worn

         Oh did I mention

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Was to be great

        Bright and promising

But cry and guilt

        A hope that was missing

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He would look back

         With fright and no might

Afraid it would attack

          Any day any night

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The future seemed dark

          Bliss yet amiss

Even without a mark

          Its existence still is

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This monster, this beast

         So dreary so scary

Was to make him a feast

         Though weak and weary

He was a haunted soul          

By a beast untold!    

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Written By: Perpentual Wangari.                                                                                         

OOOH POLITICIAN!

Never seem to do what you say

With our minds you choose to play

You speak of this only today

But to seize only power you may

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Funny how desperate you look

When you feed with lies you cook

And your words like a hook

We could never read your book

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To you our hope we placed

When trouble is what we faced

Beautiful lies we embraced

Oh how that was to be erased

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I hope you find pleasure in all you steal

I hope you’re able to pay that bill

I hope your bell you ever fill

I hope it haunts to your last meal.

Written By: Perpentual Wangari.

NOT LOUD ENOUGH?

I take my stand and stand firm

Attention I yearn and yearn the most

My voice is heard up to the coast

I hope it sticks and sticks like gum

I’m I not loud enough?

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When I speak and speak out

I say something and say it clear

Hoping freedom is near and really near

With every word and without doubt

I’m I not loud enough?

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I will make you listen, carefully listen

Better take notes, very thorough notes

I’ve heard quotes, your shady quotes

My points need glisten, brightly glisten

I’m I not loud enough?

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Climb high on the mountains, the very high mountains

My voice not just loud, clear and loud

With every meaning I bound and tightly bound

This is special to all’ to all mundane

I’m I not loud enough?

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You pretend not to hear, not wanting me near

I still speak, and again I speak

My utterance meets its peak, its very high peak

I take position here, why don’t you see me here

I’m I not loud enough?

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Written By: Perpentual Wangari.

SCORCHED LAND

This is the land where the people’s tears are heavy rains that bring bumper harvest to some of us, our leaders, and our heads. The land where the people’s mouths are deserted and have no good and sensible words. The land where the people only get to smile when they see innocent lives go miles under the ground. The land where people are hands up with some tired of the sum up of their years and now have their hope on the rope with their heads up. The scorched land.

The land where leaders have betrayed us. Leaders who are not ashamed of melting our ice block of opportunities for their personal gains. The leaders who have melted ‘OFF ICE’ of opportunities inside those ‘OFFICES’. The ice block that we thought we could get an opportunity to earn something from and cool down our hot living down here. The ice that should be provided to our sunken youths. Youths who lack jobs to do, they only relieve themselves by getting kids and naming them ‘Job’ just to get comfort to.

The land where politics has become a ‘pool of ticks’. Leaders who re-group themselves into groups where they feel good when they salt up’ things to the people to reap ‘assault’ and ‘insult’ amongst the people. Leaders that have built up “pool ticks” that depend on human blood to stand. The land where leaders have taken advantage of the unemployed youths, blown up the ‘violence’ trumpet only for the youths to exchange blows.

The land where corruption has become a diet. A diet that is body building, for we can see the body size of the participants. The diet that is protective, for we can see how serious corruption cases are being diluted. The diet that is repairing tissues, only repairing fake smiles, fake relationships to the wrong people. The people whose aim is to keep the poor down and in a poor state inside a poor state.

The land where the ‘evil is shaking the world before use’. Using the jobless and lazy youths who have flocked themselves into cults and evil worship, come out with war ships from the seas and decided to put down innocent lives in mysterious ways. The youths who have given out their ‘father’ in order to have their fame go ‘further’. The youths that have decide to give out their ‘mother’ in order to be great and be ‘more than’ others in terms of fake richness.

The land where the men in uniform are never uniform. They only have brutality in their mentality. Have rods for keeping peace and security turned into roads for bringing pain and agony. The bullets for the enemy is now like a ‘bull let’ to put down, silence and stampede innocent people.



Written By: Nthusi Brian

THE SILENT SONG OF CORRUPTION

A song whose rhythm we’ve embraced

Being one whose origin can’t be traced

Its beats we dance to with haste

Its moves we copy and paste
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Its a song that we’ve known to always be

Overlooking its effects that sting like a bee

Anyone takin the seat will agree

To embrace it times not one, two nor three

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This song speaks evil, injustice and hate

Like a wild fruit that we all forbiddenly ate

The kind that makes us not regard our mate

Causes us to take not our own and blame it on fate
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That song will cause our people to cry

Gives no regard to one who will work and try

When its played the word ‘yours’ becomes ‘my’

And as one crashes the other begins to fly
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I speak of a song that never seems to end

In our system it will always bring a bend

Do you know of this song dear friend?

It’s one you’ve heard, one we could mend.
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Written By: Perpentual Wangari.