Vacuum| by E.A. Soyemi | African Poetry

offiong May 23, 2016 11:56

This is indeed the true portrait of Africa - grim. But good job, you hit the nail on the head

Mwamuye M. Deche April 15, 2016 03:28

THE VOICE FOR THE VOICELESS (CONTINENTAL PRAYER) Yes, I speak to myself But am not mad, am not insane at all But I do speak to myself Yes, I speak to myself It is painful; painful it is to the heart and soul To see a black man, against his fellow black people You see a black people, against their fellow black brethren It is really painful; painful it is, to the heart and soul They leave like the brutal colonialists, the oppressors They use the same laws, used to protect the devil in white Freedom is far away, far away from our mama land Africa They leave like the brutal colonialists, the oppressors They heavily guard and protect themselves, in their own land more than the visitors Has the Lord God not been able to offer you the right protection you need on earth? They offer all their faith and trust to the trigger But listen carefully, the metal weapon, can never Never can it stop the wrath of God from taking away your precious soul To where it belongs They always promise the youth We will give you jobs We will provide primary health care to all We will fight corruption For us to have a better nation We will improve the political and socio-economic standards of the nation We will make it better and leave it better than we found it Never forget that, You are the future leaders, the leaders of tomorrow, the backbone of the nation We have a very bright future ahead, and it will be determined by you The young generation But tomorrow never comes, and when it comes Those with gray hair, a sign of Wisdom Are always on the fore front struggling for power and leadership With the young, aged the age of the sons of their sons Shame be on you, you can never, never be true sons of Africa But Nelson Rolihlahla Mandela was Madiba was a true son of Africa An icon, with a true African heart A real Human being Yes, I speak to myself But am not mad, am not insane at all (Silence) In Africa, we have accepted Accepted to leave in Africa of a few minority billionaires And majority of starving paupers (silence) Lord (Silence) God, forgive them The rich to grow richer And the poor people to continue living in sorrow, empty stomachs Languish in total abject poverty And lastly, die silently in painful Misery (Silence) again Lord, forgive them, for they know not what they are doing God created enough, enough for every mans need But not enough for every mans greed (Silence) Africans lets wake up and live Live positively like brothers and sisters Let’s fight the real Wars, Hunger, Diseases, illiteracy, unemployment These are the real wars And truly, real wars they are Let’s fight impunity, let’s fight corruption, let’s fight poverty Let us be true Africans, Sincerity be in us (Silence) Remember, those who bellies are empty The reality will remain the reality till the end of times Never run away from it Remember that you are breathing today But one day (Silence) in just but only one day No man on earth is rich enough, to buy the free Oxygen we breathe in Let he who is rich enough, buy back his past Black people, (commanding voice) black people, don’t be black at heart Let us unite as Africans, and live to have a united states of Africa For together we stand, apart we fall I have a very big dream for Africa (Silence) To see Africa Unite Let’s dream together And face the reality head on

Mwamuye M. Deche April 15, 2016 03:26

The Voice of Reason By. Mwamuye M. Deche Poems from Afrika Nairobi Kneya. THE VOICE OF REASON Listen, Listen people But don’t listen to me Listen to the voice of reason (Silence) Am told to listen, (Silence) but when I listen, no one talks to me Am told to keep quiet, but how can I keep quiet While my wife and children are not yet back from exile Listen people; (Silence) listen to the voice of reason We are tired, tired of living in the animal farm Where all the animals are equal, but only a few, more equal than others We have been promised a better tomorrow, but tomorrow is no where to be embraced We are living in a world of wishes every other day We all know it better, that wishes can never turn into horses For all the beggars could be riding right now We are all yarning, crying loud for peace But none of us mentions about justice Peace can never prevail where there is no justice What belong to Caesar must first, be given to Caesar If you cleanse the inside of the cup, the outside too may be clean Let us never run away from the reality, this is the truth The truth is borne clothe less, lives without clothes for the rest of its life Shameless it’s not to all, regardless of the dignitaries or the lesser people Men, who do things because of fear, are slaves If you want people to listen to you, you must learn how to listen to them Whoever loves instructions, loves knowledge But he who hates correction, is stupid One can catch more flies with just a spoon full of honey, than a barrel of vinegar Listen, (Silence) listen very carefully Listen to the voice of reason Treasures of wickedness profit nothing But righteousness delivers from death Tomorrow seems better and brighter than today Tomorrow come, come tomorrow, and take away my sorrow Bring with you a little rain, to wash away my tears Every way of a man, is always right in his own eyes But better a poor man who walks in integrity Than a rich man who is perverse in his ways Like a roaring Lion, or a Charging bear. Is a wicked ruler over a poor people A righteous man knows the rights of the poor A wicked man does not understand such knowledge The winner was meant to take it all But he never took away my sorrow Never took away my pain Never took away my hunger He never took away my suffering He never took away my poverty Listen, (Silence) listen people, listen very carefully Listen to the voice of reason.

Mwamuye M. Deche April 15, 2016 03:24

BY Mwamuye M. Deche Poems from Afrika WE AND THEM The world is round, yes it is round we all know that The world houses the poor and rich When we wail we hear them laugh Laugh very laud for every one to hear We know that we know And they know that we know They ate what was theirs Ate what was ours too And they expect us to keep quiet They have taken us for granted for so long They never knew that, when darkness strikes Birds cease to fly; only bats and they are mammals but birds with wings to fly It’s only a foolish cock, that thinks the sun will not raise, if it fails to crow The Lord created enough for us all The land was created as big as it is For every one to have a place to live But a few, own more land than they need Shame be on them, those few land grabbers Soon they will reclaim the seas and the oceans For them to have more land than they need It is just but a matter of time, and time will tell Owning land or a place to live and call home is every mans right Not a privilege at all, land is God given For none of us will carry even an inch of land, to where fate takes people Let us not live to eat, let us eat to live But some live to eat, because they have looted more than enough Shame on you, living to eat They have more than they need, while others have nothing at all God is always fair and just That is why the sun shines to all, regardless of riches or poverty The rains showers evenly, and waters the land belonging to the poor and rich God gives bread to both the evil and the righteous But man is unjust, man made money That is why; man will always want to have more and more money It’s human; man is like the soils under land Swallows the remains of man kind, but will never ever say, enough The eye can never get enough satisfaction in seeing They are because we are And we are, because they are We are we and them

Mwamuye M. Deche April 15, 2016 03:19

IDENTITY Adam and Eve, from the dust by God were created By the grace of God, by my parents I was created To a society I belong A society comprised of both righteous, evil men and women But that is where I rightful belong For the father of my father, that is where he belonged The mother of my mother, has a belonging too, Kuche na kulume That is why; the children of my children must have an identity For they call my home their home While my fathers home, is where I belong My children’s children will be my people And they will call me, the father of there father What a great and a wonderful experience for the eye on earth Wawe Kiti? Ooh it is really wonderful to see, Mudzukulu wa mudzukulu Stones are heavy, sand is weighty But the folly of man is much heavier that both My grand father’s father was not a Christian Neither was he a Muslim But all I know is that, he worshiped and thanked God In all the moments he lived, to see the sun rise and sun set under the heavens He knew that he lived by the grace of Mulungu He believed that, Mulungu was the maker of all the earthly and heavenly possessions Viza na Mwanza, being the initial creation of Mulungu It will not be an issue of we might, we might not It is always a must, that one day We will all call home, the place where the father of my father is at home That is our common identity and destiny, for that is the place we all belong Take it or live it That will still remain a fact A reality too real to be real Amongst you all, men and women Who can say no to the whisper of God? I am Rimando Komando Salehe Mwamuye, my best nouns I do love myself so much Do you love me? This is for you. I am Mwamuye M. Deche a Poet from Nairobi Kenya. I would appreciate reading more poems from you