Muttering voices

  " Crossroads " Heart pacing here and there Like a pregnant deer in labour But fear throws its bands on her  So truth is born a stillborn How do I begin to bare this hopes Woven around my mind like tensed spider webs For is no freedom in being free It only strengthen the chains that desires to bind us. Freedom call is desirous Letting caged words fly abroad Towards the ears that they were meant for Jarred by the potency of fear. So, I will let this anger speak in silence Let time's strokes cure this madness With hope that you won't be blind To all these actions on the feet of fear.

  Armed men" In the middle of a cold night, Hands clutched on our lovers And our lovers on us Birds in a distant singing gleeful songs, Stars smiling down on us Everything flowing in its own tranquility. Then, we heard gun shots and our heartbeat became still We ran towards the window Peeping cautiously so they don't see our eyes. We saw them, men in black with bloodshot eyes and a hard look And then we saw their haggard van Smelling of weed and cruelty The Police!!! We boiled in our fear As they dragged the corpse of the man along Like a mutilated sacrifice We overheard the wife saying something about money not given,  And furniture scattered in the house She had a baby in hand and a teen beside  All made mourners in the middle of this night. We watched silently as our ambassadors of peace leaves Having brought war down to our doorsteps.

  "20/ 10/ 2020" As the long hand of the clock Sluggishly climbs to seven Flags swaying to the melody of the national song And protesters bowing to the compatriotic spirit Suddenly armoured vans troops into the crowd Like starved wolves, to loose mayhem on the people No warning was sounded,  No one was persuaded to leave But they clung onto their triggers  Like blind bats, to rip the flag and its bearers apart. Blood flowed like a river, Tears stream from patriotic faces, Beholding fellow brothers maimed by the lords of peace Certain no camera saw their evil acts And no light were there to expose their darkness These wild men of war, Return to their masters at the Villa With trophies of gun soaked with the blood of the young. ******* With phoney innocence on their faces, They mounted the podium to address the world, They said guns don't kill people They only shot to disperse the gathering cloud. Everyone nodded and the world goes on.

  "Giant Wound" At the feet of a giant nation Lies a great boil Dripping with pus and blood. Decades of sheer neglect  Has heighten the stench of its rottenness And all remedy seems to fall short. What good is your strength when you can't walk? What good is your vision, when you can't run? What good are your riches, when you can't enjoy them in peace? The facade of their admiration Has blinded you from your need to heal So you saunter about like an antiquated peacock. The world you once attracted flees from you No one wishes to stand your fall to shame. Except your praise singers  Whose voices will grow dim when your feet touches the dust of your grave. Would you not heed the call in your soul? Would you not listen to your sons and daughters bearing placards of hope? Or would you let the fading stories of your glory days Lull you into perpetual silence?

  "Soro Soke" (Battle Cry) Soro soke! It is the dawn we have been waiting for, A dawn where darkness bows to light, And the wicked at the feet of the righteous. Soro soke! We are done with the silence, We are done with the fake smiles, We are done with hoping in their dead promises. Soro soke! The giants have risen in the form of a youth,  Taking bold strides through dreaded places, Taking back our land and her freedom. Soro soke! Our voices will be louder than their threats, Our crowd will march and not fret, For our faith in eachother will fetch us a better fate. Soro soke! Death can stop this cry, Guns can shoot this might, Prison houses can hold this overdue wrath. Soro soke! It is a chant born in every generation, It is a chant of freedom, It is a battle cry that awakens fallen and living heroes. Soro soke! A ceaseless prayer on our lips, But if no one else answers, We will become our own gods And heed the cry of the nation. 

" The Struggle" 9 a.m on a dull Tuesday morning, I walked with a heavy head, I've been carrying this for a while now, Something common to men of my status, Scamperring at the feet of the scavengers at the top of the national bounty, They come with tummies tucked inside and mouth full of fairytale, But leave pregnant with our wealth, And then hands it over as a heirloom to their kind. This knowledge is the weight we carry everyday in restrained silence, To speak is to die, The death of the poor fades like the morning haze, So we choose to let our silence live, Than die as an unsung activist. But our mind finds no repose, The warrior within wants to pounce, The outcome of the dice is to take it back, This fight we know will leave beyond us, It will be for those coming behind us, They will hear of our feats, and our courage to decide our faith. They will learn from us to have a mouth that speaks, And a voice crying at every corner of the street Demandi...

  "The Soul of Freedom" The morning on our creation day Had the charming face of a young cheetah But ran in the pace of a snail. Who would have known that the trophy of independence That we fell over eachother in celebration of Will tighten again the locks of slavery yet the more? We cried of faces white as the moon But not anymore, not anymore Our own faces bear our nightmare. The stranger's whip has departed our soil But our brother's sting us like a scorpion And this pain eats deep into our soul. The soul of the African, The soul presumed to be free But every corner in chains and in pains. The soul battered by many years of loots and lies, A soul hungry yet in plenty A soul unknown to itself. Do you know that the patched map of our soul strung together Were the wild guess of an overfed white boy Drooling over riches untapped within our borders? Every memorial of you  Is like a sword that pierces deep into This self-inflicted wound lying brashly in our soul. Your fr...