Like no CD collection is
complete
without Tumi at the Bassline
and The Decibels
As no Negro is educated
unless aware of the
Mis-educated
Like no Autumn leaf hears a
Birdland Lullaby
without changing chords
As no Rasta is such
with judgement in the pupil
Like no clique is unlike
a flock of birdbrains
As no verse is through
until sense is conveyed
Like freedom is never free
As Afrika suffers through the
plight
of the greedy
Like mankind is immersed in
oil wells
of selfishness
As greetings are supplanted
by empty glares
Like thought is left to the
ancient Greeks
As politics is misunderstood,
misused
and mediad
Like adultery is expected and
accepted
As religion is a brilliant
idea
Like the greatest are seldom
heard
As a shoe cupboard is a box
with no Converse
Like no sexual escapade is a
journey
if she doesn’t lose control
As a meal must be chewed
Like no memory recalled
avoids a smile
As truth is a dead past
Like the Cape has no hope
with tones under skin class
As the mountain is aware of
its beauty
Like the sky knows its true
colour
As ganja is a dried plant
Like the measure of a king
is no longer the wealth
and prosperity of his people
As no test is worth a fail
Like artistry is slave labour
As poetry is a fad
Like dreams are real
As love is perfectly
inspirational
Like the lost should be found
and shown a home
As a mother should be
fathered
Like a soul is so
when unforgiven
As action is an idea resolved
The mind perceives, the hand
writes and the mouth orates…
Thabiso
Nkoana©2011
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