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

Rose II

She read it like no other
A verse about murder
Glad she was still living
Not knowing that it comes
Like a thief at dawn
Every word she read
Was a contract to her future

She lived
She loved

She loved dearly
She loved blindly
And loved to death

And as they say:
Love was the motive for murder
(written along R56 on the way from VaalPark)

Muthu

Muthu nne athi mu divhi
Muthu o vhonwa nga nnyi
U a dzumba mavhala sa luavivi
Nda ri ndi a mu divha ndi mudivhela fhi?
Nne athina mushumo na muthu
Na tshiendangolo ndi pfene
U enda ngolo asi vhusiwana
A li shanduki kholomo
Zwino nne ndi felani

Capital

Slavery is gone
The church is corrupt
You have lost your god-given tight grip on people

People talking
East to West, South to North
I see you sneaking in

Unsatisfied
With ruining our lives
Capturing us through useless media

Prostituting our minds with lies
It couldn't work
Now i see you sneaking in

Tired of sending messengers
I see your right hand on your chest
Forked tongue under oath

You are not a politician
No need for politics
You are capital taking over

Tired of sending instructions
Now you are executing
A gory future awaits all of us

(On the occasion of Capital being sworn into the presidency of the United States of America)

Cry the beloved country

Cry the beloved country
These things are not yet an end
The sun pours down on earth
On the lovely land that man cannot enjoy
He knows only the fear in his heart

Cry for the broken tribe
For the law
And the custom that is gone

Cry the beloved country
For the unborn child
That is the inheritor of our fear
Let him not love the earth too deeply
Let him not laugh too gladly
When the water runs through his fingers
Nor stand too silent
When the setting sun makes red the veld with fire
Let him not be too moved
When birds of his land are singing
Nor give too much of his heart
To a mountain or a valley
For fear will rob him all

Cry the beloved country

(Arranged by dzumbu from words written by Allan Paton in 'Cry the beloved country')

Why shoot him?

Don't kill them
Dont shoot them
Kill the fees
Shoot the privileged education

let it be a right
let the african child walk into realms of knowledge
unhindered by the apartheid conceived wickedness

Why should a back child go to prison
for him to receive free education
Why should he be incarcerated for him to find work

He is not a killer
He is not a thief
He is a beggar

On the streets
begging for a free education

Why shoot him?

Nothing

Its a jungle
A make believe world
In a mute pursuit for Nothing

Don't tell
Don't touch
Don't ask
There is no answers

Go find a heart

Nothing remains
When curtains close

In the theatre of minds

Not the shadow called yesterday
Nor whatever

Just a child(Kanga)

Don't violate her she is just a child,
wrapped in a Kanga of innocence.
When with warmth she looks at you,
It is a father she longed for, that she sees.
Don't violate her she is just a child.
Don't give her to the vultures.
Disowned by her own, she is not a woman.
Violated by her father, she is not his child.
Even as she remains a shadow,
don't give her to vultures;
She has stood against all odds.
Saw streets burning to burn her
and reduce her anguish to polemics
She is gone.