Sunday, 26 January 2014
Wednesday, 22 January 2014
WELCOME TO THE 21st CENTURY
lcome to the first century brother
my feelings for her were immortal
she turned me down a lot of times
but i kept on hoping that i would get her
so gorgeous and voluptous l must say she was irresistable
everyday i fantasised having her in my arms
but everytime i told her how much i felt for her
she would say 'hey you are not my type!'
but i was deep and affectionate, a good listener
i would treat her like a lady that she was
i thought that was every woman's dream guy
until i got enlightened by friend
he said welcome to the first century brother
where being romantic is taking her to a five star hotel for a meal
where being a gentleman is offering her a ride in your "own" car
where there is nothing as affectionate is taking her shopping
where gucci and versace have become a measure of love
where a samsung galaxy tablet for a birthday present is the least you can do
where dressing in those skinnies and chinos for a date shows you are a gentleman
'i thought the black suit and a bow tie had it all' i interrupted
he said 'brother where were you when these apes took another step of evolution?'
please run after time brother while you still cant see him
this is the 21st century, where love has become materialistic
where a driving her to her workplace is a 1 way ticket between her legs
but shouldnt be that saved for our honeymoon? I asked
he laughed and said 'brother time really stood still for you i guess'
this is the materialistic world we live in now
go get yellow skinnies a purple shirt blue wollen hat and red shoes to catch up
i imagined 'that should be for a colourful decoration'
this is the materialistic and lost world we live in
welome to the 21st century
#Provebial_Vokalist
my feelings for her were immortal
she turned me down a lot of times
but i kept on hoping that i would get her
so gorgeous and voluptous l must say she was irresistable
everyday i fantasised having her in my arms
but everytime i told her how much i felt for her
she would say 'hey you are not my type!'
but i was deep and affectionate, a good listener
i would treat her like a lady that she was
i thought that was every woman's dream guy
until i got enlightened by friend
he said welcome to the first century brother
where being romantic is taking her to a five star hotel for a meal
where being a gentleman is offering her a ride in your "own" car
where there is nothing as affectionate is taking her shopping
where gucci and versace have become a measure of love
where a samsung galaxy tablet for a birthday present is the least you can do
where dressing in those skinnies and chinos for a date shows you are a gentleman
'i thought the black suit and a bow tie had it all' i interrupted
he said 'brother where were you when these apes took another step of evolution?'
please run after time brother while you still cant see him
this is the 21st century, where love has become materialistic
where a driving her to her workplace is a 1 way ticket between her legs
but shouldnt be that saved for our honeymoon? I asked
he laughed and said 'brother time really stood still for you i guess'
this is the materialistic world we live in now
go get yellow skinnies a purple shirt blue wollen hat and red shoes to catch up
i imagined 'that should be for a colourful decoration'
this is the materialistic and lost world we live in
welome to the 21st century
#Provebial_Vokalist
Friday, 17 January 2014
0nLy IF mY Th0ugHTs CouLD bE Pr0JeCtED
f only my thoughts could be visually projected, surely the world would be
the most hospitable planet in the galaxy.....you know why? I see a
world full of love,peace and joy.A world of total unity for sustainable
development, a world where America sent relief aid to Iraq in lieu of
deploying army troops, a world where billions are syphoned towards
charity in lieu of funding nuclear warfare research, a world where
Africa isn't a test ground for scientific research and experiment
,
a world where Africans are not treated as lab rats on which how they
see GMOz' effect on man, a world where Pakistani and Indians and Chinese
dine and be merry, a world where racism and xenophobia, wars and
violence, distrust and hostility are just mere words which never came
into existence, a world in which Nobel peace prices ain't awarded to the
malignant hands of those who kill all over the middle east.... I am just
saying if my thoughts could be projected visually, maybe people would
have an idea of what democracy really is, they would understand what we
mean when we talk of political transparency.. But too bad my thoughts
are an imaginary vision of what the world would be if people knew that
peace , unity , love are an essence for a better and peaceful world,
that peace serves a purpose for democracy.. This is how i imagined the
world
Tuesday, 24 December 2013
HE WILL, HE IS , HE WAS - BREAK THE CHAIN TODAY
He will, he was, he is –let’s break the chain
His future is easy to prognosticate
The direction of his life if contorted towards doom
The frontispiece of his tomorrow is a silhouette
Literally he has been decapacitated
But with fortitude and formidable endurance
He strives and works hard
Hoping and believing things will get better
But his efforts are futile
All matters exacerbate daily
Problems condense into permanent life situations
Disappointments, sorrow and regret are his daily bread
Just yesterday he found out that his girlfriend was pregnant
With another innocent soul to be exploited
He will know no school, hospital and a decent house
Up until he too gets another 14 year old pregnant
The farm, construction site, illegal factories
Will be the only places he will ever know
His father suffered the same circumstances too
History has a strange way of repeating itself HUH!!!!
He WILL be a child slave
In torn shorts and a backless t shirt
The obsequious 16 year old Nhamo
Genuflects for his captious, obese “Boss”
An exploiting, greedy and mean monster
Who briskly prods and harangues him back to work
An ordeal he has suffered for long
A daily chain he has endured for an agonising decade
Hopes for a better life are gradually putrefying
For all he knows is work eat and obey
He is a protégé by inheritance
Every day is a living hell for him
When his boss’ sons are being driven to school
He walks a distant in a dusty and filthy road to the farm
His workplace, his school – that’s where all his life belongs
I am heartbroken and pain-stricken by the disparity of the scene
Tears flood my eyes on seeing such cruelty
His life is just an imponderable haversack of misery
His so-called boss construes him as a tractor
He IS a child slave
His father convalesces lying in a reed bed
It all seems to be decrepitude
But he is in his late 30’s
He drinks a traditional bitter and malodorous cathartic
A remedy for the long ignored poisoning from agro chemicals
His back has been weakened by the long working hours
Which he endured since he was 6
The situation is brutally agonising
He suffered the same circumstances too
He WAS a child slave
The chain is going to go on
Genocide has already been committed
Yet I watch and ignore
Because my child is in school
Because my child has a decent living
Who then is going to stand for the oppressed?
Please take the last quatrain into consideration
Free the child slave
Break the long chain today
Say no to child slavery
For they deserve a life too
PR0vEb!K –V0kAL!$t
His future is easy to prognosticate
The direction of his life if contorted towards doom
The frontispiece of his tomorrow is a silhouette
Literally he has been decapacitated
But with fortitude and formidable endurance
He strives and works hard
Hoping and believing things will get better
But his efforts are futile
All matters exacerbate daily
Problems condense into permanent life situations
Disappointments, sorrow and regret are his daily bread
Just yesterday he found out that his girlfriend was pregnant
With another innocent soul to be exploited
He will know no school, hospital and a decent house
Up until he too gets another 14 year old pregnant
The farm, construction site, illegal factories
Will be the only places he will ever know
His father suffered the same circumstances too
History has a strange way of repeating itself HUH!!!!
He WILL be a child slave
In torn shorts and a backless t shirt
The obsequious 16 year old Nhamo
Genuflects for his captious, obese “Boss”
An exploiting, greedy and mean monster
Who briskly prods and harangues him back to work
An ordeal he has suffered for long
A daily chain he has endured for an agonising decade
Hopes for a better life are gradually putrefying
For all he knows is work eat and obey
He is a protégé by inheritance
Every day is a living hell for him
When his boss’ sons are being driven to school
He walks a distant in a dusty and filthy road to the farm
His workplace, his school – that’s where all his life belongs
I am heartbroken and pain-stricken by the disparity of the scene
Tears flood my eyes on seeing such cruelty
His life is just an imponderable haversack of misery
His so-called boss construes him as a tractor
He IS a child slave
His father convalesces lying in a reed bed
It all seems to be decrepitude
But he is in his late 30’s
He drinks a traditional bitter and malodorous cathartic
A remedy for the long ignored poisoning from agro chemicals
His back has been weakened by the long working hours
Which he endured since he was 6
The situation is brutally agonising
He suffered the same circumstances too
He WAS a child slave
The chain is going to go on
Genocide has already been committed
Yet I watch and ignore
Because my child is in school
Because my child has a decent living
Who then is going to stand for the oppressed?
Please take the last quatrain into consideration
Free the child slave
Break the long chain today
Say no to child slavery
For they deserve a life too
PR0vEb!K –V0kAL!$t
Takudzwa Ziwenjere
Monday, 16 December 2013
PERFECTION
PERFECTION
I would love to describe what I would call perfection
But my efforts will be just futile
Because if you stare in the mirror you will see it
Yes i would love to describe perfection
But it would be of no use
Because you will only see it as flattery
Some will take it as mocking
I would love to describe what I would call perfection
But my vocabulary is too limited to do that
I would explore the dictionary to find the right words
But that will be trying to build an igloo in Kalahari
You want to know why?
The right words don’t exist yet
Ok let’s travel back to the Shakespearean times
What Shakespeare would call beauty?
Would be a drop in an ocean on what i would say
In a situation where we invent our own words
The word perfection should have never existed
Because the dictionary doesn’t fully describe it
If perfection was a quantity, it would be beyond integral calculus
If it was a piece of art, it would be better than the sonnet XVII
If it was a song, the composer of the song would be most creative 1
Yes I would love to describe what I call perfection
It would the combination of nature’s unforeseen compilation of words
I hate that I cannot fully describe the thing i would call perfection
But I love one thing
Perfection has just read my poem,
Yes I would love to tell you what I would call perfection
But just stare in the mirror
You are a symbol of perfection
A true masterpiece of art
Yes I mean you
Thank God for you, Perfection cannot be written but can seen
I would love to describe what I would call perfection
But my efforts will be just futile
Because if you stare in the mirror you will see it
Yes i would love to describe perfection
But it would be of no use
Because you will only see it as flattery
Some will take it as mocking
I would love to describe what I would call perfection
But my vocabulary is too limited to do that
I would explore the dictionary to find the right words
But that will be trying to build an igloo in Kalahari
You want to know why?
The right words don’t exist yet
Ok let’s travel back to the Shakespearean times
What Shakespeare would call beauty?
Would be a drop in an ocean on what i would say
In a situation where we invent our own words
The word perfection should have never existed
Because the dictionary doesn’t fully describe it
If perfection was a quantity, it would be beyond integral calculus
If it was a piece of art, it would be better than the sonnet XVII
If it was a song, the composer of the song would be most creative 1
Yes I would love to describe what I call perfection
It would the combination of nature’s unforeseen compilation of words
I hate that I cannot fully describe the thing i would call perfection
But I love one thing
Perfection has just read my poem,
Yes I would love to tell you what I would call perfection
But just stare in the mirror
You are a symbol of perfection
A true masterpiece of art
Yes I mean you
Thank God for you, Perfection cannot be written but can seen
Friday, 13 December 2013
Take a step towards global warming
I don`t want my children to see the Earth die,
Without fish swim and without birds fly,
With no air for breathing, no water to drink,
When global conditions will make the land sink.
I don`t want emissions to stay in the air,
To fill our lungs and to spread everywhere,
To cause global warming, submerging the land!
To stop all this mess we should lend our hand!
The nature is dying together with us,
We wouldn`t exist here but for the green grass…
We must prevent nature from saying «farewell»-
In case it is dying, we`re dying as well!
What could human beings` activities mean –
To make our planet one big rubbish bin?!
No matter that you may be only a teen –
It`s never too early or late to be green!
To show our children the beauty of life;
To help polar bears and pandas survive;
To claim to the world that this talk should gain weight
Let`s firstly take part in the global debate!
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