THINGS FALL APART
As THE DAVIL ON THE CROSS with his own @ heart
Masquerades as A MAN OF THE PEOPLE
Though simple
Blind eyes can see the PETALS OF BLOOD
Hung UNDER THE (his) TONGUE
The child of NEHANDA is NO LONGER AT
EASE in these lands of SHADOWS and BONES
But we keep on WAITING FOR THE RAIN
To cleans THE FLOODS of the blood spilled
when ANCESTORS have long predicted
THE COMING OF THE DRY SEASON
THE LION AND THE JEWEL
the lion and his jewel are STILL GRAZING
whem the SECOND CLASS CITIZEN and no class citizen
are sentenced to eternal days in the HOUSE OF HUNGER,
with their empty bellies grumbling sounds of thunder
as they hold TALKS WITH THE SUN, pleading for new SUNS
OF INDEPENDENCE to fall over this dark SHADOW ON THE WALL
CRY THE BELOVED COUNTRY: cry my beloved country
for yours is still A LONG WALK TO FREEDOM
Stuck IN THE DITCH of HOPES AND IMPEDIMENTS with
Defunct hopes and dreams
The SLAVE GIRL and the DARK CHILD
sit on the ANTHILL OF SAVANA in winter’s cold
watching THE SETTING SUN AND THE RALLING WORLD
go through its many phases wondering when the ARROW OF GOD
will strike and bring about the much needed changes
WEEP NOT CHILD for the ides of Match are at hand
No longer will THE VOICE of the black child be silenced
And his home and only means of survival be destroyed
all IN THE NAME OF AMANDLA
A GRAIN OF WHEAT is all it takes to CROSS THE RIVER
BETWEEN and reach our collective dream
Even in these NERVOUS CONDITIONS
THE BLACK INSIDER refuses to
be stuck in this CIMETRY OF MIND
The REDHILLS OF HOME boiling inside
And will soon erupt with an effect so wide
Down UHURU STREET the BLACK INSIDER will march
On his feet Chanting and singing, not the SONG OF LAWINO nor the
SONG OF OCOL but the UNSUNG SONG of freedom for all
For GODS BITS OF HOOD will no longer be
DETAINED
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