Being Aloof

The pursuit of happiness is the chase of a lifetime. It is never too late to become what you could have been.

Woof! Woof! Woof!

Asked the dog why i’m so aloof
Like a wolf in his youth, on the roof
With no proof of his preys hoof.

So jumps off to land on the boxes that go
Boof boof boof when you land on their roof.


Woof! Woof! Woof!

When the dog asked why i’m so aloof
I knew i had to tell the truth truth truth
Like a lover in the truth booth booth.

So i made sure i have all the proof to prove
The truth of my words in their youth, youth youth.

© 2019 The Poets Peace

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They Sold Us

Always aim at purifying your thoughts and everything will be well.

Mahatma Gandhi

They sold us beauty in a bottle.

They said it would throttle our ugly
So that we all can look like a model
Striding slowly, up-down the runway.



They sold us beauty in a bottle.

They said that if girls grow long the hair
On their heads and on their eye lashes,
It would make all the boys start to stare-
And their desire to rise from the ashes.


They sold us beauty in a bottle.

And said the oil – in it would spoil
The tough toils of scars ploughing our face,
To sow seeds of ugly in the fertile soil
That so seek to make us a disgrace.


They sold us beauty in a bottle.

And said it would throttle our ugly.
Yet i’m not sure if it worked on me
For although i look like a model
I still don’t feel attractive at all.

© 2019 The Poets Peace

No Silence From Violence

We’re all people man! Why you gotta hate?


People of my brethren
Fighting among themselves
In the country that borders
The one i was born in.

Black on black violence
I’ve been stunned into silence.

So watch on in ambivalence
As the ambulance driven by a white man
Sings it’s sad siren song.

© 2019 The Poets Peace

This poem was inspired by the recent xenophobic attacks that have transpired in South Africa as well as in Zimbabwe.

I am lost for words so i don’t have much to say, hence i just preferred to pen this poem and publish it with a wish that all forms of violence will diminish.

Black Beauty

I am not the man i was yesterday. I do not care about the far future – unless it is to make sure that the lives of all people are sweet like the sugar from a cane.


Black!
Beauty seated by the bench
With a bunch of brown boys i don’t know.

All of them trying to show
Just why you should open the door
Between your legs to them.


Black!
Beauty seated by the bench
With a bunch of brown boys i don’t know.

Do you know?

There’s a poet out here
That will most likely shed a tear

If you do not open your heart to him.

© 2019 The Poets Peace

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A Prison

Never stress when you’re under pressure. Its pressure that makes the diamond.

Lazarus Shatipamba

BE WARNED!

My love is a prison.

I’ll sentence you with no reason
Either than being suspect of stealing
My heart – to go make some art.

I’ll confine you to – a lifetime of captivity.
You’ll find no mates here,
So it’s solitary for you.

And when things get slippery
I’ll watch with a smile on my face
As the soap slips from your hands.

© 2019 The Poets Peace

To Carry your Cross

Many people fail in life, not for lack of ability or brains or even courage but simply because they have never organised their energies around a goal.

Elbert Hubbard

If you want to carry your heavy cross
You must make a habit of going to the gym.
Society's rules have overpowered us all
Our whole generation is mentally weak
Our minds are tired of being fried in a pan
By the men with a plan to reach the end.

If you want to carry your heavy cross
Then you must start exercising at the gym
Lest society's rules overpower us all
For our generation is mentally weak
From letting our minds get fried like eggs in a pan
By the men with a plan to reach the end.

If you want to carry your heavy cross
Then you must start lifting weights at the gym
Otherwise society will overpower you
With rules that seek to make us mentally weak
So that our minds become like eggs in a pan
Fried by the men with a plan to reach the end.