Blues For The Teacher Condemned By Officialdom To Toil In The Alcatraz Of The Slums
To be disrespected and hounded out of a classroom
Full of pupils whose breaths stink of marijuana,
To be howled at by their alcoholic parents who give not
A damn about their drunk and deviant children's education,
To be their pawn in the racket of this miseducation
To watch with silent fascinated disbelief as they divert
And loot into their bulging pockets the money meant to be
Thrown away into the bottomless hole of black education,
To be a tool in the hands of the principals who gobble the school funds,
To be used by the H.O.Ds and the L.Fs whose
Ambitions is to rapidly advance their own careers at one's expense,
To be loyal and obedient to a government that underpays you,
To be dedicated to a profession that is infested
With the mediocre and the self serving,
To be surrounded by mass stupidity every day,
To be humiliated and denounced at will by officialdom
Throughout the bitter years of one's teaching career,
To be pursued by creditors and long lost lovers,
To be driven to alcoholism,
To look back in despair,
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Hero's Acre
Brave Mary Magdalene of Magdala
She stood by Jesus' side after
The treacherous disciples had fled!
She was there when he died on
The cross.Oh Mary! She did not
Cross question and interrogate
The son of God when He demonstrated
How feeble death in reality is!
But don't mention her in
The presence of the pen
Pushers of Hero's Acre!
They will glare at you and
Claim the fame for themselves
Mother Theresa Of The gutters
She worked like a slave in the slum
Woe unto the robbers of Hero's Acre
The credit they say is theirs!
Her name they're content to
Bury in the mud of the gutter
The lesser known Blanche Moyilwa
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Can you sleep when the wind blows
Can you sleep when the wind blows
Can you ignore the cyclone as it tears
Away the house of your moaning neighbor
Maybe some have become refugees in their
Own country can you laugh and say you're
Sorry and refuse to give them sanctuary?
The wind is blowing exceedingly hard out there
Because we have abandoned Prudence
Because we have got rid of Temperance
Because we lack Courage and our Faith is weak
The wind is bringing death and destruction
To us because we have murdered Justice
The wind is hunting us down because we don't
Trust our public representatives
The terrible destructive wind torpedoes our flimsy
Structures because we are the enemies of Love
Can you sleep when the wind blows my brother
Can you snore away in nightmarish contentment
When you know the hobos will be feasting on nothing
As the wild out of control storm crashes through
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The sea is safe tonight
The sea my dear
Is a battle hardened warrior
And he fights his own battles
He is The John Cena of nature
He fights the fair fight
He never loses he has grabbed
Many whaling ships and oil spilling
Merchant ships and the submarines
And the sea has sunk them all for
The sake of us and our to children
He did all this for us
Who cannot live without
The water that sustains life
All God's creatures are not
Threatened with extinction
There is peace in the universe
Every one sticks close to their lovers
And every creature is engaged in the
Gentle act for the species must mate
To ensure the survival and the continued
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Blues For The Widow Of The Victim Of A Racist Attck
Mourn, and mourn hard
Your tears shall fall wasted and uncollected
On this damp slab of concrete
Mourn though young widow
Weep because your husband is dead
Cry because the crowd has left and you're alone
And ganged up against by the priests and the
Celebrity pastors who piously tell you
To forgive and forget
Sob because you're surrounded by the officials
Whom the wise state has instructed to order you
To accept reconciliation without justice
Cry the river of your tears because
Your dear departed husband is dead
And your lovely children will know what it's like
To miss the soothing voice of their father
So brutally snatched away from them
And dragged behind a speeding vehicle and fed
To the lions for the sick amusement
Of a deranged and kaffir hating racist
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To they who survive on less than one dollar a day
Hobos who're denied a decent shelter
And stripped of all vestiges of human dignity,
And poverty stricken villagers and desperate refugees
Who're denied decent medical care and access to justice,
And children who must forage for food in the dustbins
The just of the world have not forgotten you
And the soldiers who wage the wars of extermination
Against their own people,
And those who're forced to be the sex slaves
Of the moneyed and the toddlers who become child soldiers
And the misguided and greedy drug mules who are raped and
And tortured and hanged and left to rot in foreign jails
Our children
We have not forgotten you
And the world demands a true and more humane
World order that stands up to demand justice
For the victims of state sponsored violence
And justice for the victims of ritual murder and female
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Book of tenderness 11. My deepest respect goes to you
Even if you're just born
a minute ago I respect you
whether you are the infant
struggling to understand
Your new environment hail
to you! My deepest respect
goes to you and your team
Mates who you will meet
somewhere in the playgrounds
of the world.I salute you all
my deepest respect goes to
you all and that includes you
Who will be sleeping under
The stars tonight God has a
plan with you so sleep there
And wait for none knows
For how long till deliverance
notices you
My deepest respect goes to you
Who will be getting married today
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(Rose poems) A rose In a raging Flood
A rose in a raging current cries
Out to love and kindness to be saved
The raging flood catches her and crashes
Her without pity on the sharp edged rocks
And waits in glee for the rose of tenderness
To lose her faith to wilt to bleed to die
But by the love of the mercy of God and
The miracle of Faith the rose caught in
The angry tempest of the tremendous torrent
Rises up majestically and dares the huge
Obstacles arraigned against her to test her
Unshakable belief in the power of love and
Kindness or retreat in humiliated defeat
The rose caught in the raging whirlwind pulls
Herself up many times after each bold attempt
Is made to crush her against the steep hanging
Cliffs and she refuses to die in the degradation
Of the humiliating dirt of the unclean mud
Oh send your prayers to the Heaven that protects
The brave rose that refused to surrender to the
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(Inspiration poems) Laugh with me
Darling caring you
When you find me covered
With the frost of my sorrow
Step between me and the gloom
Send me into the fits of the
The etiquette laughter to make
Me cheerful and less hostile
To my boss and see the hysterical
Side of the coffee girl
Sweetest.I am your man make me
Less moody and infect me with
Your contagious laughter that
Will encourage me to tell a joke
And make my co-workers double with
The fits of joyous roaring laughter
My love.My partner throughout life
Share the wisdom of your nervous
Laughter with me to project my
Dignified side to make my belly
Laughter less barbaric to not shame
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(Lyric poems) Two countries In one country
Aha.You see not so you see
The answer for you peples is more
Mis-education and more mis-education
How can you mock our lack of education
And refuse to give us the skills and
The resources when you know that we live
In two countries in one country and the
Doors of education are barred to us who
Are illiterate in the less affluent part
Of society?
You are the rainsbows chuldren of God
You must be vote and be vote for us
For this thing of democrazy to flourish
Otherwise we mays confiscation your salries
Mmm? What will you does? Mi girls en boys?
You don't has the guns we has the tanks!
How can you talk down to us and threaten
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