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Lost Children of Kemet

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.The universe is locked
at the back of our brains
Singing symphonies of life
one verse – breath

Heart beat
The master key
Omitting tunes
That even the eyes can see
Firmaments climbed
with chimes and crescendos
But that’s what we used to be

We used to be
Sun dancing
Moon slumbers
Lucid day dreamers
Galaxies glimmering in our eyes
Skipping ropes of fate
Astral projecting our primitive knowledge
To enlighten light-years
Of our previous selves
Nature works in spirals
We used to know this
And more

For we crafted the
Platonic Solids
And Sacred Geometry was child’s play
Stonehenged our hearts
To drink fresh sun rays
Off pyramid’s heads
We let Aloe ferment our bodies
To preserve our sober youth

New worlds dawn
On the lips
Of tongue tip magicians
The tight rope walkers
Who hope to solve
The extremes of troubled waters

The knowledge hunchbacks
Wisdom flows from the back of our spines
We used to be Sages and Shamans
Information transferred
Through vocal cords
For pages easily burn
But we had libraries and Judges
Leo Africanus also concurred
But history always prefers
Legend to men
Venom is what is spit by a pen
When in the wrong hand

We all used to be Black
But now our identity
Is blurred by the fluorescent colours
Of the rainbow
And don’t know that we are
The lost Children of Kemet

I am everything
And I am naught
Crafted by my Creator
To awaken my akin
By shining them with light
To make them see things that once were
And those that could be
BE!

Sisonkepapu

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Hurry Up, We Are Dying!

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.I dreamt of a world
with broken hearted men
whose pyramids have crumbled in
Penises severed like that of Osiris
and Isis
has fallen off the edge of the Earth
Their chests – wide open
And blood-gore
Like wounded prey
And they pray
– While carrying babies
on their backs
For guidance and strength
To mend their broken spirits
For the women whose necks
they have broken
Have emptied the calabash
swallowed the moon
And castrated their wombs.
No longer bound
by blood and nature
they have wrapped their doeks
around their heads
and carried the world in them
Searched for vast lands and fields
to plough a great plant
that is of their own choosing
The future has fallen
on the hands of children
whose skeletons are too weak
to carry their own malnourished bodies
Children of the night
only have darkness to play with
Dust clouds and cobwebs
Fill the room
where a mother’s love
Is supposed to be
And so pain has been influential
In filling the gaps
of not having been breast-fed
And has erased
the one-sided conversations
we have had with
these drunk and broken-hearted men
because we are suns that set in noon
We have watched a thousand lonely sunsets
on desolate benches
waiting for you to come back to us
You, our mothers
And here I stand
With a spine dangling on the threads of fate
As I defy my fathers
We have succumbed enough of the phallic rule
What is the purpose of a antiwomen world?

All we have ever wanted
is a mother tongue-bed
to comfort us with psalms
lest we become
what we hate the most
I woke up
and I realised that
all rivers run in the same direction
hurry up, we are dying here!

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  1. This is so beatiful, just had a moment of silence appreciating this beautiful poetry. Post more poems please.

    Pumza

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Biography

Sisonkepapu is a dynamic personality. Close observers of his work claim that he has a provocative poetic skill and has established himself as a prominent poetic voice within the Eastern Cape. Being a professor of literature, his focus extends beyond the academy and community, and has a penchant for critical engagement through writing and development of budding writers like himself. His poem was added into the syllabus for a Poetry course at NMMU in 2014 and 2015, and offered his insights into the critical revelation in the piece, and the art of poetic writing and literary interpretation in the Poetry lectures. The Resonance Poetry Movement, a poetry society he co-founded, facilitates creative writing workshops and has published an anthology, hosted local and International acts such as Ian Kamau and Luka Lesson.

Sisonkepapu

Biography

Sisonkepapu is a dynamic personality. Close observers of his work claim that he has a provocative poetic skill and has established himself as a prominent poetic voice within the Eastern Cape. Being a professor of literature, his focus extends beyond the academy and community, and has a penchant for critical engagement through writing and development of budding writers like himself. His poem was added into the syllabus for a Poetry course at NMMU in 2014 and 2015, and offered his insights into the critical revelation in the piece, and the art of poetic writing and literary interpretation in the Poetry lectures. The Resonance Poetry Movement, a poetry society he co-founded, facilitates creative writing workshops and has published an anthology, hosted local and International acts such as Ian Kamau and Luka Lesson.

Lost Children of Kemet

Enlarge poem

.The universe is locked
at the back of our brains
Singing symphonies of life
one verse – breath

Heart beat
The master key
Omitting tunes
That even the eyes can see
Firmaments climbed
with chimes and crescendos
But that’s what we used to be

We used to be
Sun dancing
Moon slumbers
Lucid day dreamers
Galaxies glimmering in our eyes
Skipping ropes of fate
Astral projecting our primitive knowledge
To enlighten light-years
Of our previous selves
Nature works in spirals
We used to know this
And more

For we crafted the
Platonic Solids
And Sacred Geometry was child’s play
Stonehenged our hearts
To drink fresh sun rays
Off pyramid’s heads
We let Aloe ferment our bodies
To preserve our sober youth

New worlds dawn
On the lips
Of tongue tip magicians
The tight rope walkers
Who hope to solve
The extremes of troubled waters

The knowledge hunchbacks
Wisdom flows from the back of our spines
We used to be Sages and Shamans
Information transferred
Through vocal cords
For pages easily burn
But we had libraries and Judges
Leo Africanus also concurred
But history always prefers
Legend to men
Venom is what is spit by a pen
When in the wrong hand

We all used to be Black
But now our identity
Is blurred by the fluorescent colours
Of the rainbow
And don’t know that we are
The lost Children of Kemet

I am everything
And I am naught
Crafted by my Creator
To awaken my akin
By shining them with light
To make them see things that once were
And those that could be
BE!

Featured Poem:

Hurry Up, We Are Dying!

Enlarge poem

.I dreamt of a world
with broken hearted men
whose pyramids have crumbled in
Penises severed like that of Osiris
and Isis
has fallen off the edge of the Earth
Their chests – wide open
And blood-gore
Like wounded prey
And they pray
– While carrying babies
on their backs
For guidance and strength
To mend their broken spirits
For the women whose necks
they have broken
Have emptied the calabash
swallowed the moon
And castrated their wombs.
No longer bound
by blood and nature
they have wrapped their doeks
around their heads
and carried the world in them
Searched for vast lands and fields
to plough a great plant
that is of their own choosing
The future has fallen
on the hands of children
whose skeletons are too weak
to carry their own malnourished bodies
Children of the night
only have darkness to play with
Dust clouds and cobwebs
Fill the room
where a mother’s love
Is supposed to be
And so pain has been influential
In filling the gaps
of not having been breast-fed
And has erased
the one-sided conversations
we have had with
these drunk and broken-hearted men
because we are suns that set in noon
We have watched a thousand lonely sunsets
on desolate benches
waiting for you to come back to us
You, our mothers
And here I stand
With a spine dangling on the threads of fate
As I defy my fathers
We have succumbed enough of the phallic rule
What is the purpose of a antiwomen world?

All we have ever wanted
is a mother tongue-bed
to comfort us with psalms
lest we become
what we hate the most
I woke up
and I realised that
all rivers run in the same direction
hurry up, we are dying here!

How does this featured poem make you feel?

  • Amazement (2)
  • Pride (0)
  • Optimism (0)
  • Anger (0)
  • Delight (0)
  • Inspiration (0)
  • Reflection (1)
  • Captivation (1)
  • Peace (1)
  • Amusement (1)
  • Sorrow (3)
  • Vigour (0)
  • Hope (1)
  • Sadness (1)
  • Fear (1)
  • Jubilation (0)

Lost Children of Kemet

Enlarge poem

.The universe is locked
at the back of our brains
Singing symphonies of life
one verse – breath

Heart beat
The master key
Omitting tunes
That even the eyes can see
Firmaments climbed
with chimes and crescendos
But that’s what we used to be

We used to be
Sun dancing
Moon slumbers
Lucid day dreamers
Galaxies glimmering in our eyes
Skipping ropes of fate
Astral projecting our primitive knowledge
To enlighten light-years
Of our previous selves
Nature works in spirals
We used to know this
And more

For we crafted the
Platonic Solids
And Sacred Geometry was child’s play
Stonehenged our hearts
To drink fresh sun rays
Off pyramid’s heads
We let Aloe ferment our bodies
To preserve our sober youth

New worlds dawn
On the lips
Of tongue tip magicians
The tight rope walkers
Who hope to solve
The extremes of troubled waters

The knowledge hunchbacks
Wisdom flows from the back of our spines
We used to be Sages and Shamans
Information transferred
Through vocal cords
For pages easily burn
But we had libraries and Judges
Leo Africanus also concurred
But history always prefers
Legend to men
Venom is what is spit by a pen
When in the wrong hand

We all used to be Black
But now our identity
Is blurred by the fluorescent colours
Of the rainbow
And don’t know that we are
The lost Children of Kemet

I am everything
And I am naught
Crafted by my Creator
To awaken my akin
By shining them with light
To make them see things that once were
And those that could be
BE!

Comments

  1. This is so beatiful, just had a moment of silence appreciating this beautiful poetry. Post more poems please.

    Pumza

Your email address will not be published.