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In the ghetto
We rejoice in rain.
Singing songs of joy
Thanking our aunt sisters.
Netha mvula siqabele sikhule
Netha mvula sikha wuleze sikhule
Rain, Rain, Rain so that we grow
Rain, Rain, Rain, so that we quickly grow
The poetry is strong
Stronger than the west winds.
Shaking the shacks in my Philippi
Till it feels good
Poetry is more beauty full than
A half naked woman.
Yet tougher than a rock
And more desired than an African beer.
Ghetto life is poetry.
In the ghetto
We explode like nuclear weapons
And spread like H.I.V.
Singing poetry never heard.
Anytime is rhyme time
We breathe hip-hop and kwaito
Caught Maskanda and Mbaqanga
Mqayi and Mathera Pissing
Poetry never discovered
Speaking languages never heard.
Ghetto life is poetry.
In the ghetto
We rise and fall like shooting
Stars.
Will I . . . or should I commit
To Miss Ghetto. Say “Till death tear us apart.”
Should I then rearrange your name
To Miss “GET HOT”
Hotter than the gun that
Eats the youth in Philippi
GHETTO life . . .
GHETTO is Life
GHETTO life is poetry . . .
© Luzuko Hina 2000 |
Amen!
They say alpha and omega
Yo! The creator and
Yo! The taker
You so lovely, caring and friendly
But never the less, you are also scary
You not a stranger but a father with
The plenty of children
But no wife
Human beings say, there’s none like you
People say, you don’t exist
We cannot see love but we know it is there
To those who care for us
We cannot see the air but we cannot
Live a minute without it
We cannot see the wind but when the
Leaves fall apart,
We realize the texture of Life.
Some will ask, where the world ends?
Human beings, at paradise
But people say, it does not end.
We cannot visit all the planets but we
Know they all exist
Some will ask, when will the world collapse?
Human beings, when Jesus comes back
People say, if we can destroy the ozone layer
We don’t know if when the rain will come and
When it will end
Some will ask, how was the world built? Human beings, it was God who built
the world
People say, it was the big bang that built the world
We don’t know why we are thirsty and
Who told us to have sex.
Let’s close our eyes and pray
Amen!
Looking at the sky
See the clouds but not you
Looking at the mirror see my self
But where are you?
Try to control the soccer ball
But who can I play with?
People were crying at Mozambique
And where were you?
But because I care
I will keep on saying
Amen!
©
Bulelani
Futshane 2000 |
