Clairvoyant I Self Poem by Alvin Word Speaker Tatlhego

Prophecies born from these metaphors
Left my poetical story on dynamic toes,
Clocks of time seems to be a few miles from
The paper, pen and this poetry lion paws,
Laws will bow, shake, and get more fake from
From the rumbles of my raw,

Resonant, distant like thunder,
I see a battle of a black man, guns down,
Words, truth, nature will make evils shutter,
While those who suffered chains of the gutter of
Corrupt political waves between a Black leader
And Whiter Leader will see a day which is brighter,
And for a moment, ages will be felt from the joy in
Our laughter,

Today I took a spliff from a leaf, to ease, in thyself
A hidden emotional beef,
And my eyes, for the first time, saw that it is not lime,
The greed in their eyes, the thirst of money trailing their souls in pools of lameness, it is pure green,
Works of my zig,

Clairvoyant I self,
In a pen carried by this man,
The books full of poems this man puts in a hidden shelf
Will later turn this world into a battle den,
And the battle which has only one rule: only them who where under dinner tables of rich will now be on stools feasting with everyone,
Be one, don't use a gun,
Clairvoyant I self.