For Profit

The real opportunity for success lies within the person and not in the job.

Zig Ziglar

You gave me your love
Free of charge like a prophet
That’s benevolent.

And i
Sold it for a few bucks
Just to make a profit.

© 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

Michael Mubitta

Procrastination is like a credit card: its a lot of fun until you get the bill.

Christopher Parker

Oh! Goodbye to you my good old friend.

You who’s life did sadly come to an end
In the most gruesome of ways
At the cruel hands of boys
Never want you to see better days.

You who many a good times i did with spend
Basking in the presence of your light
For you always followed the way that was right
Even during times when it was not bright.

Oh! Goodbye to you my good old friend.

For now only, for surely in the end
You and i shall meet again in that place
Which high up in the sky has its face
Looking down on people of many a race.


© 2019 The Poets Peace


This poem is dedicated to all of us that have lost someone close to our hearts.

It goes out to all those that have made our hearts their homes but have simply left to go gallivanting across the large, unknown world of death in search of a longer lasting breath.

Mostly, it goes out to my good friend Michael Mubitta who recently lost his life before he could even make a plan to get himself a wife.

My life is a little less dimmer without the light of your shining personality.

Know that you will always be remembered by me, my pen as well as the pages of poems that will live through the ages.

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