jafta maduna

How long have you been there?
How many generations have you perceived and
how many lives have you come across?
Hope you have also realized how wicked this world is.
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Nothing is painful as you
You make people suffer as they did during apartheid
Democracy gave us freedom and justice
However, we cannot enjoy them because of you
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Thought I knew everything
But I was just misinforming myself,
I had a key to open many doors
But now I am stuck in my own valley of darkness,
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Always knew that I am a conqueror
I just never thought I could conquer many things as I did tonight
I was everybody's hero
children were shocked while adults were occupied by anger and hostility
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Through the way we tend to expect much
Through the way we come across tribulations
But who are we to expect pleasant and who are we
to expect misfortune
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You can call me a salesperson and
I won't be ashamed of it
cause that is what I do for a living
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Who am I?
I am john Barleycorn!
The brave and confidential one
The killer of many families
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Give me one so that I can love
Give me that love portion so that I can also be loved
I have been exploring for as long as I can remember
but I have not found the one.
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They say his immature,
but he shows no concern.
They say he never makes sense,
but he only object them
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I am not educated
I don't have fancy words to explain it
But I ones heard people talk about it
Please help me teacher,
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Here is what I do
I value my people by protecting their most precious assets with each and every single breath I contain
Sacrifice a father for my children and a husband for my wife hoping that one day I shall be the time that always occupies them
Inherit each and every black attitude I see on the street and exhale trauma
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I was walking, walking and walking
With sounds on my feet kwa! Kwa! Kwa!
Walking to save my future kwa! Kwa! Kwa!
It was at night, sky’s where black reflecting the color of the universe and I could not see images from a distance, while some cannot be read
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Waiting alone at the bus stop wondering when are you going to show up
Counting all the fallen leaves and comparing those incidentally standing in pairs as you and I
Breeze so strong to carry a new born baby from the bottom to the top of the khalifa tower
Listening to the sound of cars fleeting by and taxis hooting for those who are ready for job, as those who work close by were walking in groups exchanging amusing moments they had
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A marvel super hero that cannot be portrayed on movies because what he did was real
He needed no unnatural powers to perform unnatural acts over freedom war
Saw apartheid as Goliath and acted as brave as David in a knock out battle
A battle where only one survives
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Immigration, emigration, human trafficking, commercials, xenophobia, wars to proclaim victory over our lands and vengeance seekers to redeem what is taken away from them, but what is the topic?
Arrangements and directions for certain outcomes?
Builder of high stirs that can only be climbed by authorities?
If yes then why did I see them engage into entrepreneurship?
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I don’t know what is love anymore
Thought I caged it in my arms when I was with her but it found a key to escape
Became stronger when I enthused on to the other but the same thing happened when I lost my eye
Is it destiny that is hindering me or is it me mystifying it with the feeling of fascination?
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I never thought your mother and i will live to see this day
A ceremony that stills you away from us and an invitation kiss
I watched at them,
cheering to see you leave and playing melodies that can never be forgotten
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It feels like yesterday when I think about it
Yesterday when we were doing what we best
Playing tennis at the top of the train, jumping electric wires with disgruntled current
Yesterday when the heat was chasing us out of our clothes and wondering when are we going to do something with our lives to escape poverty
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I speak of vows and of shallow tongues,
songs of the heroic and the kingsways.

I speak of the dust of thy world and the brown sculptures,
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For neither of men could tell of my broken legs, nor of my fading shoulders, and thy image, unto me lord, reflected of a mantis
thy light shone unto me tis obscure, of obscene, and of sin.

Yet ye christ, hath speaketh to me
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