Wednesday, November 14, 2012
FLOWERS OF HATRED
“FLOWERS OF HATRED”
A poem by Raselebeli “Magic” Khotseng
You demon corrupters bayed for Tafari’s head
How your murderous hands beheaded Bambatha and assassinated Lumumba
The spirit of the great warrior of Congo shall one day rise like a seed under a cut-off tree
When killers and lifesavers emerge like flowers blossoming during summertime
Crocodiles fertilizing African soil with blood are killers whom history doesn’t embrace but talk about
Moshoeshoe our lifesaver never be voted to his kingship but laid the foundation of our future without bloodshed
So behold! You criminals of war that flowers of hatred will blossom for all your things done to us
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At the door of my heart hangs a memory of martyrs
Vanished under Vorster and persecuted by Smith in Zimbabwe
Till now Africa is free but images of colonialism still exist
Its masters placed government on us whilst occupied the land and its resources
To labour and feed children of theirs
For theirs is to accumulate resources and condemned God-given rights
Resourcing UNITA and RENAMO to butcher our people in Angola and Mozambique
No wonder, Mugabe dispossessed them as they failed to honour Lancaster House Agreement
‘Cos their preaching is a plot to penetrate our wealth
In a stillness of my heart I witnessed them perpetuating civil wars in Congo, Burundi
Where dispossessed eyes possess pools of tears
Weeping for you Africa my son, Africa my beginning
They long for the day when God transform beasts to human beings
Whipping their military juntas with terrible lashes from Cape to Cairo
That day no more tears shall shed again as they feel flowers of hatred
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Spirit of Nyerere rescue Africa from becoming a European province
Pump our hearts with spirit of awakening that makes us not to remain silent like stones
Rather take a bull by its horn and bring it down as we bring peace with no fear
Peace in the hands of those deceived the world in pursuit of colonization of Iraq
Their military generals turned holy city a battlefield with sophisticated machinery
When nobody unearthed weapons of mass destruction
O’Godlike serpents when you’ll be subjected to tribunal treatment along with Israel and its Zionism
But the moment you realize that the fall of twin-towers is the reminder of Hiroshima bombardment
That’s when flowers of hatred will blossom for all things done to us
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It's far from where we came
From slave trade to being named terrorists by those who delayed our freedom
Refused to impose sanctions to our persecutors
From a soothing lullaby of slave song “Kumba ya my Lord”
Kumbaya! Neither Obama is grey but remains a clone to Bush
Replacing Reagan like mosquitoes relieving house flies from a day shift
Nor mists and clouds moving the same direction to the east
A direction leads to Red Sea where creators of imperialism reign
The imperialistic agenda made them three-in-one like Aquafresh
In them flowers of hatred will blossom for all things done to us.
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