THE BLACK STAG

Mama Afrika You have no surrogate and pure you borne Souls of gold   and spirits of fire, alien dreams too Oh hast thou your dark unseen magic & your miraculous blackness Mummified immortaly on your legendary soil The lands of the underground undiscovered gods and goddesses The sons and daughters   Lwanda magere , Nelson Mandela , Ellen Johnson Sirleaf and all the vicious lions and   lionesses the fat cabs and lonely strange owlets in your savannah and forests              ...Oh Afrika ...               ...oh Afrika... Your melody resonates sweetly into the souls ear just as the queer voices   from your frightening bushes   your love squeezes the heart with the wild enthusiasm of your fearful   jungle as sweet tears roll down to the stomach with the chilliness of western winter am enraptured by the wisdom buried in your dark   soils and scribbled on your temples   and the awakening inspiration on our ancestors cave walls The black hole myste

THE DAY OF THE PIG Let’s talk about the system and all the bullshit too Telling a grown ass man to stand behind another grown ass man When the same man can’t stand ground for himself His inner coat pocket lined with a brown parcel Thieves busy stoning another thief Judas offering and tithing in the cathedral And yes he’s godsend “So and so is the man and he will be” the poll says... What do you think you telling us Mr. old wise duck ? You never get out of your expensive cocoon To feel this midday blaze Learned but still drowned in the evil haze Are you a prophet or just another mad man pretending sane? Do your homework “dad” Get out of my sphere Coz its clear in between my visions and yours there’s a lot to fear You can’t make me want what you want I’m no longer the ant under your sole So stop pretending your good is for my soul When the earth I sole on is grabbed and sold long gone You not Moses, you feared the burning bush and never remo