Thursday, 10 December 2020

Our Eyes Are Looking Up

 

Our eyes were looking up

We cried out with one voice

Wondering from whence our help cometh 

Men and women

Boys and girls 

We carried our placards

And we hit the streets 

Don't beat us we said

Don't kill us we cried

Don't hide our bodies we begged

From Awkuzu to Abattoir

The voices from the ground cried along 

Why did you kill us?

What was our crime?

As we made these calls

Both we that were here

And they that were in rivers 

And they in shallow graves

And they in unknown bushes and morgues

We began to feel a new hope

That our oppressors were benevolent

That we were fostering a new nationhood

One that is just and accountable 

That we could matter to them 

Then one cool evening 

Standing on this hope 

We made our to the tollgate again

We sat on the floor 

We waved our flags 

We sang in loud voices

That the labours of our heroes past 

Shall never be in vain 

Then the soldiers came

And the bodies hit ground

One, two, three, seven

they've killed us

And then they killed us

Now here we are again 

Our eyes are looking up

Our cries no more loud

But muffled and hidden

Wondering from whence our help cometh

Saturday, 6 June 2020

Wild Passion

Kiss me, hug me 
Tell me things 
I'd like to hear 
Wild wild passion 

Trace my anatomy
Stop at the jugs
Move to the navel
Wild wild passion

Work your tongue 
Down the path 
Of the perfect Vee
Wild wild passion 

What is reason?
What is fear?
my woman throbs, aches, and yearns 
Wild wild passion 

Make me moan 
Make me scream 
Make me say that all is fair 
Wild wild passion 

Awake I lay 
The fire quelled 
A foetal mass 
You are a foe and not a friend 
My wild wild passion 

Wednesday, 3 June 2020

We Are One


Did I tell you that we are one?
Not Black, not White, just human
We see the beauty of nature
We feel the flicker of hope
The joys of family
The passion of love

Again I tell you that we are one
Not rich, not poor, just people 
We feel the dread of disease
The piercing of pain
The frustration of helplessness
The clutch of desperation 

Do you agree that we are one?
Not Christians, not Muslims, just believers
Whether we believe in Jesus,
or we believe in Mohammad,
or we believe in evolution,
or we believe in our gods

You need to know that we are one
Not man, not woman, just  survivors
Striving to succeed
Seeking utopia
Wanting to be seen, to be heard
Counting the days, months, and years

Let me show you that we are one
Not sinners, not saints, just mortals
Wanting to be right
Wanting to do right
Pushing our agendas
And wondering if we are right

So let's focus on our oneness
Setting aside these artificial divides
When it's all said and done
It's always a story of birth and death