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Empire

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Empire so satire
saturated with so much lies because of politicians sexual desires
all this greed has led to South Africa’s demise
all they can say is condomise be wise and be proud
our garden route reeps no fruit
because Zuma has our democracy’s legs spread wide
state pride
constitutional hill parking
dogs barking
all of them astray
as this viral spread has us prey
slow down school kids cross road all the time
none of them on play grounds
no books to be found
what will we reap
majority of black people sitting in taxi’s called siyaya

on mountainous slopes you’d like to plant some crop
how can you if you cant afford
to feed a nation is now a story so old
these days
we stay
in poverty stricken places its all insane
but its been always
so we try to rhyme all the time to do away with crime
im telling you honesty is something so hard to find
we live in disbelief
so anything you say should at least be crude
our minds are in deep sleep

there’s no level of patriotism that we can reach
tribalism has reclaimed its place
but its stepped into a space where
greece has already given us its democratic ways
Africans travelling on stolen time
with hopes to rewind
but we can be blind
hence we have to realise
that God is our only pride
stop being so conceited
get on your knees remove that deceit
all you have is faith and belief
so use it wisely and start to grieve
your ald ways of soul prostitution
get to the place of mental slavery release
follow mine and Jesus demonstration of walking in peace
shinning our light as we speak
follow rules of the deceased
walk in ancestral shoes
of those who built to contribute
this mass production
has our souls in reduction
sucking on our spirits like liposuction
who wants to be ruled
do yourself a favour and remove thyself
from the Empire’s stealth

Evolution

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Rotten

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Rotten, rotten they have all gotten used to the rotten
rotten, rotten we have all gotten used to the rotten

the stench which drenches the street has gotten them
now they have forgotten the reason for release from the bottomless pits of the oven
grilling them with segregated strands of equal location struggles
their heads got hit hard
fabricated strands connected to their skulls
now stories of the struggle appear dumb
thy are shut down
schizophrenic smiles while they toi-toi
still someone’s Mavis
still someone’s boy
black diamonds emerge from blood spill spoils
signing deals with foreign boys
still selling their land to get bigger toys

I think its rotten the way we’ve forgotten what the fight was for
Steve Bko in archival drawers
instead of on top of Christmas trees
where kids can reach high for ancestral dreams
we’ve lost our roots and our vision
there’s no way we can grow a strong stem in this soil anyway
some teachers some nurses some doctors know nothing it seems
they all just rush to receive that A4 scrap degree
its all rotten the way we’re living

those who want to plant to feed
are rejected and neglected for shopping mall schemes
still no mouths fed on a hundred rand spread
between a family of eight or ten
all packed in a RDP shack dilapidated and dead
polluted streets with polluted rivers of polluted waters
all running scares because it is shared in presidential quarters
people eating rotten food
to fill their rotten stomachs
to nourish their rotten minds
to produce rotten sound
we hear nothing any more
all we have are house tunes
people with swagger boots
synthesised tunes with kasi rules
all our jazz musicians dead from cocaine blues

then they push Thabo Mbeki out of the way
a great president with a great head
who knew how and where to spread the bread
who wrote books to encourage being African
now we have Zuma sodomising us all
with his lack of education and polygamous exclamations
spreading seed instead of doing good deeds
its too late for South Africa now
he’s officially sold us to the European clowns
he’s even merged us with wall-mart
proudly South African stamps removed from all products
as he sits on his high chair counting his Dollars, Yens and Pounds
that Dude is foul

Rotten, rotten they’ve all gotten used to the rotten
rotten, rotten we’ve all gotten used to the rotten

Evolution

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Biography

Evolution is an artist, poet, musician and creative head who credits all her work to her ancestors. She speaks only the truth which they provide. She mediates between the spirit world and that of physical existence.

Evolution

Evolution
Evolution

Biography

Evolution is an artist, poet, musician and creative head who credits all her work to her ancestors. She speaks only the truth which they provide. She mediates between the spirit world and that of physical existence.

Empire

Enlarge poem

Empire so satire
saturated with so much lies because of politicians sexual desires
all this greed has led to South Africa’s demise
all they can say is condomise be wise and be proud
our garden route reeps no fruit
because Zuma has our democracy’s legs spread wide
state pride
constitutional hill parking
dogs barking
all of them astray
as this viral spread has us prey
slow down school kids cross road all the time
none of them on play grounds
no books to be found
what will we reap
majority of black people sitting in taxi’s called siyaya

on mountainous slopes you’d like to plant some crop
how can you if you cant afford
to feed a nation is now a story so old
these days
we stay
in poverty stricken places its all insane
but its been always
so we try to rhyme all the time to do away with crime
im telling you honesty is something so hard to find
we live in disbelief
so anything you say should at least be crude
our minds are in deep sleep

there’s no level of patriotism that we can reach
tribalism has reclaimed its place
but its stepped into a space where
greece has already given us its democratic ways
Africans travelling on stolen time
with hopes to rewind
but we can be blind
hence we have to realise
that God is our only pride
stop being so conceited
get on your knees remove that deceit
all you have is faith and belief
so use it wisely and start to grieve
your ald ways of soul prostitution
get to the place of mental slavery release
follow mine and Jesus demonstration of walking in peace
shinning our light as we speak
follow rules of the deceased
walk in ancestral shoes
of those who built to contribute
this mass production
has our souls in reduction
sucking on our spirits like liposuction
who wants to be ruled
do yourself a favour and remove thyself
from the Empire’s stealth

Featured Poem:

Rotten

Enlarge poem

Rotten, rotten they have all gotten used to the rotten
rotten, rotten we have all gotten used to the rotten

the stench which drenches the street has gotten them
now they have forgotten the reason for release from the bottomless pits of the oven
grilling them with segregated strands of equal location struggles
their heads got hit hard
fabricated strands connected to their skulls
now stories of the struggle appear dumb
thy are shut down
schizophrenic smiles while they toi-toi
still someone’s Mavis
still someone’s boy
black diamonds emerge from blood spill spoils
signing deals with foreign boys
still selling their land to get bigger toys

I think its rotten the way we’ve forgotten what the fight was for
Steve Bko in archival drawers
instead of on top of Christmas trees
where kids can reach high for ancestral dreams
we’ve lost our roots and our vision
there’s no way we can grow a strong stem in this soil anyway
some teachers some nurses some doctors know nothing it seems
they all just rush to receive that A4 scrap degree
its all rotten the way we’re living

those who want to plant to feed
are rejected and neglected for shopping mall schemes
still no mouths fed on a hundred rand spread
between a family of eight or ten
all packed in a RDP shack dilapidated and dead
polluted streets with polluted rivers of polluted waters
all running scares because it is shared in presidential quarters
people eating rotten food
to fill their rotten stomachs
to nourish their rotten minds
to produce rotten sound
we hear nothing any more
all we have are house tunes
people with swagger boots
synthesised tunes with kasi rules
all our jazz musicians dead from cocaine blues

then they push Thabo Mbeki out of the way
a great president with a great head
who knew how and where to spread the bread
who wrote books to encourage being African
now we have Zuma sodomising us all
with his lack of education and polygamous exclamations
spreading seed instead of doing good deeds
its too late for South Africa now
he’s officially sold us to the European clowns
he’s even merged us with wall-mart
proudly South African stamps removed from all products
as he sits on his high chair counting his Dollars, Yens and Pounds
that Dude is foul

Rotten, rotten they’ve all gotten used to the rotten
rotten, rotten we’ve all gotten used to the rotten

How does this featured poem make you feel?

  • Amazement (1)
  • Pride (0)
  • Optimism (0)
  • Anger (0)
  • Delight (1)
  • Inspiration (0)
  • Reflection (0)
  • Captivation (0)
  • Peace (1)
  • Amusement (0)
  • Sorrow (0)
  • Vigour (0)
  • Hope (0)
  • Sadness (0)
  • Fear (0)
  • Jubilation (0)

Empire

Enlarge poem

Empire so satire
saturated with so much lies because of politicians sexual desires
all this greed has led to South Africa’s demise
all they can say is condomise be wise and be proud
our garden route reeps no fruit
because Zuma has our democracy’s legs spread wide
state pride
constitutional hill parking
dogs barking
all of them astray
as this viral spread has us prey
slow down school kids cross road all the time
none of them on play grounds
no books to be found
what will we reap
majority of black people sitting in taxi’s called siyaya

on mountainous slopes you’d like to plant some crop
how can you if you cant afford
to feed a nation is now a story so old
these days
we stay
in poverty stricken places its all insane
but its been always
so we try to rhyme all the time to do away with crime
im telling you honesty is something so hard to find
we live in disbelief
so anything you say should at least be crude
our minds are in deep sleep

there’s no level of patriotism that we can reach
tribalism has reclaimed its place
but its stepped into a space where
greece has already given us its democratic ways
Africans travelling on stolen time
with hopes to rewind
but we can be blind
hence we have to realise
that God is our only pride
stop being so conceited
get on your knees remove that deceit
all you have is faith and belief
so use it wisely and start to grieve
your ald ways of soul prostitution
get to the place of mental slavery release
follow mine and Jesus demonstration of walking in peace
shinning our light as we speak
follow rules of the deceased
walk in ancestral shoes
of those who built to contribute
this mass production
has our souls in reduction
sucking on our spirits like liposuction
who wants to be ruled
do yourself a favour and remove thyself
from the Empire’s stealth

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Your email address will not be published.