Enigmatic
Chauvinistic
Redundant
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Monthly Archives: January 2011
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Today I read my words
Today I died of boredom
Yesterday I wrote those words
Yesterday I created today’s boredom
What’s on the menu?
Lethargic garbage
Last Words
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No famous last words will be proclaimed
A deadly silence will follow
All will look at the bed expecting more
I’m sorry but I won’t deliver
People will speak of the passing for ages
They’ll utter things said days before
But no matter how hard they try to dismantle
They’ll never find the words in my core
They’ll read through my files and possibly books
Dead end after dead end nothing will appear
All will look at the pages expecting more
But my last words I will ignore
R.S.A. 4
Julius Sello Malema - ANC Youth League President
You’ve played upon my heartstrings
Taught me the value of truth
Shown me the ultimate axiom of change
Change does not exist, reshuffling does
You taught me to give up hope
You’ve made me cynical and repugnant
Your politics hurt me the most
More than a gun shot or smashing glass
This truth is impaled in my head
R.S.A. 3
And bitterly I wept as you passed me by
I saw all that you were and what you have become
I saw that change is a PIGMENT of the imagination
Racism will never leave, colour will merely change
R.S.A. 2
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Bow to me land of the wicked
I am your messiah dressed in black
I am that shallow thought and need for revenge
I am your death and what you created
Bow to me you people of lies
I’ll give to you what you desire
A divide, a separation, a one party way of thinking
I am your retribution, your art, your culture
Bow to me! Drink from my cup!
You’ve slept with my whore
You’ve stopped her cycle
Nurture what she gives birth to – you helped create it
R.S.A. 1
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There she fell and slipped away
They clambered over her rotting corpse
and began to feed
She died for freedom and human rights
She died to put an end to racism and disparity
They built her up again but made little change
She walks again, the monster lives!
A machine of inhumanity and revenge
Someday you’ll get yours, we’ve got ours
