Vhusiku

Vhusiku ndi mini?

Ndi gole litswu?

Kana ndi u pfuvha ha tshedza?

Kani Vhusiku ndi vhathu?

Vhane vha vuwa vha songo vuwa

Swiswi bodobodo!

Ndi hone vhusiku?

Izwi asi gole la mvula?

Tshinainai asi tshi laa!

Izwi asi nemeneme?

Kani ndi hone vhusiku?

Vhusiku ha gole litswu 

Fobvu li ri tangulaho tshedza

Hone vhusiku ndi mini?
Izwi tshedza asi gundo?
Line u vhonala vhusiku ha tanula zwirethe

U funa vhusiku ndi mini?
Vhusiku ndi lendwo lusina vhuyo
A vhuambiwi vhua pfuvha

Sa mapfuvhi tshilimo vhua pfuvha
Vha dzia tshimbevha vha sala vho thowa
Ngau tshedza ndi gundo 

War

Landlessness
 Poverty
Diseases
Dispossesion
What more?

 Does it help if we kneel?
Or speak in tongues in our prayers?
Or is there a black god listening?
Or are they all white?
Should we break down to tears?
Do tears wash away our landlessness?
Does it make angels of our scars?
Should we be marching in protest?
Should we bear arms?
Is it time for a war?
When blood flows
Does it return our land?
Does it take decades of poverty away?
Through blood this land was lost
What will it take to get it back?
Or are we just boys holding on to hope?
I want to go home
I want to go to my own land
I want to walk away
 From this bleak blackness
Landlessness
Poverty
Diseases
Dispossesion
What more can i take?

Take me home to my people
Their pain is mine
 Their Shacks are mine
Their Unemployment is mine
Their AIDS is mine
Their Death is mine
Their Blackness is mine
Are these not their gods?
Who never fail to show up unsummoned
My people, my people
Your gods answers without fail
Who gave you these gods?

How did you survive millions of years
 Far from this madness?
From the whickedness i see?
From Landlessness
From Poverty
From Diseases
From Dispossesion
Go home
Tell them you are home
Tell them the nightmare is over
Toitoing did not help
Talking didn’t help
Rainbow nation was a farce, its over
Tell them you will talk no more
You are home to your land
 Its a war.

Running

How can i keep running?
From this and that, love and hate
Things i once held dear
Is it a race?
Do i ever win?

 Do i rise like the sun?
And set in the midst of storms
Or is it just a long trail?
Of things that never happened?
Catch me if you can

How can i run again?
When these shadows are ahead of me
Do i stop and breath again?
Is the life for the dead?
even though they live?

Running is a thief
Running is murder
How can you run away from love?
From the sweet and dear
Running is hell

I am tired

Boken promises

No more broken promises
Yesterday demons are vanquished
The sun doesn't shine any more
No one cares

Eyes searching for a rain
Dry trails of tears cried
Can not be washed with verses
Maybe summer showers

knowing there is no heart
Only pieces hanging
Against ghastly winds, memories
A history of perishing souls

There is no heaven
Only hell
Made up of broken promises
Another smoke screen life

When do we wake up
Walk into our own
Find peace that lives
Eternally in our hearts

Don't tell the tale
I hate to tell