Ruthless Ruin There was A menace. A genocidist. A gukurahundist. A wrecker of life itself. He possessed oppression. Brutality. Immunity. Iniquity. A real wrecker of a rich nation. Intolerant of those who dared To challenge his oppressive style Of leadership, his life of deception. What a life and a foul lie he lived. His legacy is not only a disgrace But also a wreck and a hellhole. Dissent he couldn’t stomach. No. High was his heartlessness. Ego. It knew no apologies but orgies. For all his vile,selfish decisions-- His failures, his sellout actions He had scapegoats,sycophants There was shamelessness in it In his blame game: be it critics, The opposition or the West or all Sadly some fell victim to his foolery He was a cunning and cruel tragedy. Never frank. No. Ever power-hungry. He sang of unity as a phony unifier. He was no panAfricanist. Not at all. He was a schemer and a divisionist. The history books must be exorcised Of lies and dishonesties otherwise history Will not only judge a bunch of pretenders And confusionists and denialists severely But as facts` rapists and insensitive loyalists Who ignore the reality of shallow mass graves Whose orphaned tears continue to seek justice. Disowned Long Long BackThe destructive justice evader And demented deceiver Was NOT my leader! So much for his fever! For I have no relationship Whatsoever with dictatorship Masquerading as stewardship! Author of hardship & censorship! Sleaze and decay was his authorship Misrule saw a floundering,capsizing ship Yes men, sycophants formed his discipleship What was missing in his ways was statesmanship Mlobikazi Of Mzilikazi Along VithikaziFew people knew she had lived in Soweto Not only had she resided in that township Of the city of Jo'burg,Mlobikazi of Mzilikazi Had lived in the core of greatness on Vilakazi Street, for Soweto is historic by virtue of heroic Struggles against apartheid that ensued there There was Mlobikazi from Bulawayo's Mzilikazi Suburb with a painting that told of a great story-- Titled Vilakazi, the pretty princess from Mzilikazi Not only exhibited the literary artistry of Dr Vilakazi It also captured how Vilakazi is the only street In the world where two Nobel Laureates once lived Perseverance, painting, passion, her mantra None could see, hear ,smell, taste or touch it A breakthrough, a beauty's brilliance and dance Mlobikazi of Mzilikazi lived on Vithikazi Street Mlobikazi of Mzilikazi had an awesome passion Her loyalty to her profession paid off in profusion And precision when her painting proudly propelled her Into prominence:they crowned her a prizewinning painter A sea of attendees ,her mates, all they could see was glee! An Orgy Of Bondage And PlunderingHe had an insatiable hunger for all things That clanked like capitals and cartels He had the disorder of grabbing all-- And a compulsion to cheap labor His cluster, his colony and all Were founded on captivity Oh Africa, oh dear Africa You surely don’t want Or warrant any pain And a rain of drain Anymore, anytime For an official’s gain A Distinction And A Dance To Life I recently watched an inspiring video featuring old chaps, All men and women dancing in an eye-catching fashion. I guess they were gyrating to the music of the 50s or 60s, What stood out as my eyes feasted on their dance routines Was the smoothness and elegance of movement, wow! They twisted and turned with effortless grace and charm! Can I dance with such finesse? -- I found myself wondering. How does one master such delicate dance moves? I pondered. Music is not my domain, but let me say it again for our gain--- They twisted and turned with effortless grace and charm! By any definition or action, I conceded that I was damn no game! Their dancing was an outright delight, I was awed, downright too! I recalled when one day granddad found me dancing like crazy: Some modern dance moves and music … I don’t know what to say… Gone are the good old days, he bemoaned as I halted, breathless. Our dancing was artful and delightful and meaningful, he stated. Now what I see here is artless and directionless clowning (oops!) Our music was timeless, the lyrics of your music is meaningless! He grinned warmly for a while, and cuddled me, saying dance on, You can`t be dancing like you`re boneless if the music isn’t telling!! Cut DownThey bought lawn mower after lawn mower
as if they had lots of cash or they had grassland yet they wanted to bid on government contracts to cut the unkempt hair of government officials! They brought razor blade after razor blade as if they wanted to cut the long nails of officials yet all they sought to do was to move from shop to shop in order to cut down the prices of goods!
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