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Visions of a Limbless Mute

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You kill a visionary you plant the seed of revolution
World-harmony institutions
With aesthetic expressions oppressing all African children
The cold war has become warm, now they’re killing our students
Put poison in the cauldrons of knowledge and influence
That brings more harm than a war bomb cause it gives culture a full spin
How does progression within the framework of your oppressors become a good thing? You’ve got to sever sacred wisdom to kill a man in his spirit
That’s why they’re always searching for Africa’s lost scribblings
All that interest in Timbuktu, we’re an intellectual conquest
Into linking concoctions of knowledge with the inner prophet
When you’re confined in the galaxy
Of fact finding, you may not see
The spiritual realms that exist in the universe that’s your body
We were baptized in our history
To transcribe it as misery
But the miracle works of our literature got that chastised in its infancy
I take pride in my inner being
Fertilize my thoughts in the sands where they shot Gaddaffi
Malnourished by Shakespeare, I’m trying to find Sol Plaatje
See when Things Fall Apart, we need Revelations from Wally
African writers with African wisdom that’ll move you
Singing hymns of Ubuntu
To the rhythms of Uhuru
Got the system with a loose noose
Cause our values are reduced to
Something minute, mind you we’ve been alienated from our true roots
Now who knew?
They would make our cultures common commodities
Condescending conundrums conjured up, that’s petty marketing
How does culture become a martyr to profits?
It’s boggling Pop culture art releases, pop culture’s arteries
See they defaced black vanity
We beheaded they’re monuments, so how is this the calamity?

Mbasa Sigcau

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June 16

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My rhyming scriptures paint perfect pictures
Of an imperfect society in dire need of exorcist fixtures
How can we expect freedom when led by ectoplasms of colonial thinkers?
Unleashing the plagues of ignorance and solipsistic decadence to a populace blinded by the eloquence of these colloquial speakers
Using our hopes and dreams to mask their monopolistic, imperialist ideas If every language is a culture then they’ve extracted our wisdoms To generate genetically degenerate isms Mutant truths, muting youth, the prisons
Are schools where troops, trod-out-from as uncouth-lost-sons, the schools of thought-that-starved Mashinini’s legacy
And coincidentally Seahlolo died shortly after a pain in the tummy, tell me something Like how all these fantasy fallacies have actually fractured the facts we see This is the matrix of a generation of rebels with no cause and conformist babies The making of dwarfed minds where retarded thoughts are as contagious as rabies Intelligence broken down like the syndrome of an extra chromosome, let’s face it Reality’s trapped in dreams, we wake up to fantasies
Whose fruits we’ll never reap cause the death of humanity has made us live in bubbles like Fanta, see
The renaissance of Africa’s the asymptote we’ll never reach For as long as we rely on the current systems to teach The systems that left open scabs on Tsietsi’s legacy But used Hector Peterson’s blood to rewrite history
How can the youth be the future when it’s nothing but the image of a dead teen? That’s used to pursue your inner genius so you can be a great being?

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Biography

Mbasa Sigcau, also known as Amazing the Slum Intellect, is a 20 year old emcee, poet and observer based in Grahamstown South Africa. He honed his writing style by studying the Durban underground rap scene. Most of his writing is deeply rooted in social commentary.

Mbasa Sigcau

Biography

Mbasa Sigcau, also known as Amazing the Slum Intellect, is a 20 year old emcee, poet and observer based in Grahamstown South Africa. He honed his writing style by studying the Durban underground rap scene. Most of his writing is deeply rooted in social commentary.

Visions of a Limbless Mute

Enlarge poem

You kill a visionary you plant the seed of revolution
World-harmony institutions
With aesthetic expressions oppressing all African children
The cold war has become warm, now they’re killing our students
Put poison in the cauldrons of knowledge and influence
That brings more harm than a war bomb cause it gives culture a full spin
How does progression within the framework of your oppressors become a good thing? You’ve got to sever sacred wisdom to kill a man in his spirit
That’s why they’re always searching for Africa’s lost scribblings
All that interest in Timbuktu, we’re an intellectual conquest
Into linking concoctions of knowledge with the inner prophet
When you’re confined in the galaxy
Of fact finding, you may not see
The spiritual realms that exist in the universe that’s your body
We were baptized in our history
To transcribe it as misery
But the miracle works of our literature got that chastised in its infancy
I take pride in my inner being
Fertilize my thoughts in the sands where they shot Gaddaffi
Malnourished by Shakespeare, I’m trying to find Sol Plaatje
See when Things Fall Apart, we need Revelations from Wally
African writers with African wisdom that’ll move you
Singing hymns of Ubuntu
To the rhythms of Uhuru
Got the system with a loose noose
Cause our values are reduced to
Something minute, mind you we’ve been alienated from our true roots
Now who knew?
They would make our cultures common commodities
Condescending conundrums conjured up, that’s petty marketing
How does culture become a martyr to profits?
It’s boggling Pop culture art releases, pop culture’s arteries
See they defaced black vanity
We beheaded they’re monuments, so how is this the calamity?

Featured Poem:

June 16

Enlarge poem

My rhyming scriptures paint perfect pictures
Of an imperfect society in dire need of exorcist fixtures
How can we expect freedom when led by ectoplasms of colonial thinkers?
Unleashing the plagues of ignorance and solipsistic decadence to a populace blinded by the eloquence of these colloquial speakers
Using our hopes and dreams to mask their monopolistic, imperialist ideas If every language is a culture then they’ve extracted our wisdoms To generate genetically degenerate isms Mutant truths, muting youth, the prisons
Are schools where troops, trod-out-from as uncouth-lost-sons, the schools of thought-that-starved Mashinini’s legacy
And coincidentally Seahlolo died shortly after a pain in the tummy, tell me something Like how all these fantasy fallacies have actually fractured the facts we see This is the matrix of a generation of rebels with no cause and conformist babies The making of dwarfed minds where retarded thoughts are as contagious as rabies Intelligence broken down like the syndrome of an extra chromosome, let’s face it Reality’s trapped in dreams, we wake up to fantasies
Whose fruits we’ll never reap cause the death of humanity has made us live in bubbles like Fanta, see
The renaissance of Africa’s the asymptote we’ll never reach For as long as we rely on the current systems to teach The systems that left open scabs on Tsietsi’s legacy But used Hector Peterson’s blood to rewrite history
How can the youth be the future when it’s nothing but the image of a dead teen? That’s used to pursue your inner genius so you can be a great being?

How does this featured poem make you feel?

  • Amazement (12)
  • Pride (3)
  • Optimism (3)
  • Anger (5)
  • Delight (0)
  • Inspiration (0)
  • Reflection (2)
  • Captivation (3)
  • Peace (0)
  • Amusement (0)
  • Sorrow (0)
  • Vigour (0)
  • Hope (0)
  • Sadness (0)
  • Fear (0)
  • Jubilation (0)

Visions of a Limbless Mute

Enlarge poem

You kill a visionary you plant the seed of revolution
World-harmony institutions
With aesthetic expressions oppressing all African children
The cold war has become warm, now they’re killing our students
Put poison in the cauldrons of knowledge and influence
That brings more harm than a war bomb cause it gives culture a full spin
How does progression within the framework of your oppressors become a good thing? You’ve got to sever sacred wisdom to kill a man in his spirit
That’s why they’re always searching for Africa’s lost scribblings
All that interest in Timbuktu, we’re an intellectual conquest
Into linking concoctions of knowledge with the inner prophet
When you’re confined in the galaxy
Of fact finding, you may not see
The spiritual realms that exist in the universe that’s your body
We were baptized in our history
To transcribe it as misery
But the miracle works of our literature got that chastised in its infancy
I take pride in my inner being
Fertilize my thoughts in the sands where they shot Gaddaffi
Malnourished by Shakespeare, I’m trying to find Sol Plaatje
See when Things Fall Apart, we need Revelations from Wally
African writers with African wisdom that’ll move you
Singing hymns of Ubuntu
To the rhythms of Uhuru
Got the system with a loose noose
Cause our values are reduced to
Something minute, mind you we’ve been alienated from our true roots
Now who knew?
They would make our cultures common commodities
Condescending conundrums conjured up, that’s petty marketing
How does culture become a martyr to profits?
It’s boggling Pop culture art releases, pop culture’s arteries
See they defaced black vanity
We beheaded they’re monuments, so how is this the calamity?

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