To all those who died in my arms

Sometimes i crave immortality
At the thought of ghastly pains
And anguish visited upon you
Not with a heart full of bitterness
Not with arms of vengeance
But with a promise of better days
A tomorrow that will outshine today
Just as summer days outshine our winters
Seekers of comfort
Of company
Of love
Of something greater
These arms have betrayed you
Not love
Not comfort
Not protection
Only memories of pain untold
Hence i crave a never ending breath
For fear of your haunting eyes
When St Peter calls.

Africa is a country

The world was not ready for Africa
Nkrumah lead and light shone
But Lumumba died and so did the African dream
Gadaffi languished in prison
Mourning the murder of Lumumba
But he is dead now butchered
Sobukwe saw the light
Zimbabwe leads but no one follows
But Africa is still captured
Endless mass graves
Poverty factories run non-stop
Africa destitute
Gold, Diamonds, Oil
What a curse
Gold in Johannesburg
Miners died in Marikana
Kimberly diamonds
But there is no diamond in Kimberly now
Is Botswana brimming with wealth?
Nigeria oil is flowing
But Nigeria suffers in vain
Too many enemies
Much haters than lovers
But how can Africa be free?
When the minds remain the same
Who created kings to manage people?
Who created villages?
Who created provinces?
Who created countries?
Africa is a country

Kabelo Fani

Nameless
Whats' a name on a shoe?
Dont cry for a black child
Skull cracked open
Do you rest in peace?
Neck broken
For a bunch of sunflowers
12 years too much of a life
Stuck in black misery
They say poverty is a choice
But van Riebeeck didn't find it here
Neither in Coligny
What is this about?
Murderers, murdered even his name
Go on tell lies
He jumped to his death
His name is Faki Mosweu
He is every black child
That dies for being black
Living in black conditions
That black people never knew until Riebeeck.
Let Coligny burn for his restless soul.

Its over (April came)

You, you said to be strong
Against all odds keep rising
And these words, in our winter
Lit our paths summer bright

So, so it hurts to see you fold
High, higher just to hit rock bottom
Sink, sink into depth of untold despair

Its a nightmare
I wish we woke up before it started
Find a place where hearts aren't shattered
And the green bottle is nothing but water

Sit under a tree, tell tales
Like we did when dusty villages brimmed with life
And the Land didn't seem stolen

Now we know the truth
And words cant keep us going
We are nothing

Through the hunger
Through the struggle
High but I see your pain

Hope is lost anyway
Gone with the past

April came
Its over