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 Good Samaritan

Don’t let yesterday – take up too much of today.


Shall i thank thee for being good to me?
When times were tough and most men were quite rough
In stuffing ideas of who i should be
Down my throat so that i will want to cough.
When times were tough – like a desert in drought
The oasis of my dreams started to dry
Up faster then a speeding car on route
To clinic for there’s an emergency. –
You were good to me like the men that bring
Items of aid to the victims of war,
So i know in this poem, that’s the one thing
I will have to thank thee deeply for, for
You were to me a good Samaritan
That warmed my life, better than summer can.

© 2019 The Poets Peace


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

Tough Toiling

Lack of knowledge is darker than night.


Young man on a quest in life to be the best.
At whatever it is you set your heart to.
Toiling hard every single day without rest-

Like students study to prepare for their tests
Just so they will pass with points that are not few.
A man on a mighty quest to be the best.

Walking with the sun on her path, east to west
To go milk the cows just before they cry moo-
Every single day working hard without rest.

In the garden getting rid of all the pests.
Working till the bright day loses all its hue.
Young man on a quest in life to be the best-

Like a bird in the dawn rising from its nest
To catch first the worm on its way to the zoo.
Hard at work everyday toiling without rest.

I respect your commitment to the chase but
Be careful not in winter to get the flu
If you're a man on a quest to be the best
Toiling hard day in day out without much rest.

© 2019 The Poets Peace

Lazarus Shatipamba