Beautiful Nonsense by Nqobizitha Nkatha Ncube

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We kept dancing long after the music had stopped
while all receded to seat
we danced and swayed like drunk weeds to a noteless melody 
strummed by the hands of love
a dance of souls entwined that makes music the fool
a dance where all you do is stare, stoke and breathe deep

I’m in love with the beautiful nonsense we do
the slow dance that always fades to a messy steppy toes
or to the sad bump of noses

I’m in love with the beautiful mess we are!
The pathetic potbellies that bump and collide…
How cupid mourns at the nonsense we call 'us'

I’m in love with the mess she is
kinda heavy is my girl
but with every crease and wrinkle comes the profound truth
that love is not just an intense fondness
but a sick thrill in embracing the nonsense in the clumsy kiss

Muammar My Son! by Unozivashe Hove

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Muammar my son!

You were so young then

When I taught you ways

To make you human

From a tender age

I thought you would listen

How you used to chase rats

Kill innocent rodents

Chasing them away

From the compound with cats

I warned you my dear son

Let them live peacefully

Lest they regroup and conquer

Now look at yourself son

You run away like rats

Into dungeons 

Will you die like them?

Saddam or those rodents?

All honor & glory gone,

Besides you are now a rat

Hiding missiles in a hole

I thought you took heed then,

But you wouldn’t listen

Eish! Gaddafi my son!