WHAT IF

WHAT IF

What if the brilliant minds
Sought to be buried in hell
Like the hidden treasure
Finding life in dark area?

What if the light illumination
Caught in dark agglutination?
What if delight delays in agony?
What if mind freedom dies in agony?

What if the crippled gains strength
Walking in majesty like knight soldiers?
What if the mind climbs and cling highest?
Weak minds reach higher to shake castles?

What if the world finds rest in restlessness?
What if the world flies to wrenching hells?
Cosmic rays find destination toward earth
Innocent creatures die innocently and hell

The buffalo of world wickedness knocks
Knocks down men like the falling balloons
Eyes of righteousness are hidden beneath
Beneath the horizon of civilized humanity.

A BLISSFUL ANTHEM

A BLISSFUL ANTHEM

Here we are for we are whom we are
Sons and daughters of the land we are
Fears and worries are uninvited guests
Like the showers of rain from open space
Smile and bliss are hidden behind space
Opening pages of restless and crucifixions.

For we are born outside illuminations
For we are born in shores of peripheries
We are the radars to let smooth upstairs
For we are stairs to let them ascend
We are the forgotten race of hospitalities
We are born in mangers of public dirties
We are born in dustbins to keep trashes.

Our eyes see nothing but the trivialities
Our bodies wear nothing but parched skins
Our backs hold our empty stomachs
Our lungs respire nothing but stinking
Our peace is found in bloodshed grounds
Our satisfactions are found in cannibals.

Because we are the second class beings
Our bread is rotten and leftovers tatters
They fight like bulls and we die like Jesus
We consume what we don't do produce
We bear, our sweat evaporates to skies
For we are who we are for our noble fate.

Our land is the battle ground to summon
To summon winners and the defeated
Our land is shaved to emptiness like
Like the professional barber playing
Playing in naughty to the poor head
We see tomorrow in our absence
For we are in the not our presence.

I TOO, SING AFRICA.

AFRICAN POET

AFRICAN POET

African poet
Soaks his body
Into African pot
Glorifies African land
In scintillating rhymes
Flowing from out spout source.

African poet
Deities Africa to glory
Identifies Africa to extremity
Expresses cultural shock to renaissance
Reminiscence of past is delicately upheld.

African poet
Futilizes fighting over race
Restoring dignity to Africans
Orphans in strange lands overseas
Respect and national identity prevail
Advocate for universal brotherhood
And sisterhood for universal oneness.

African poet
Is engulfed by endless inspiration
Insights and negritude drives dwell
Fiercely anger erupts against racists
Who openly rape the heart of humanity
And wear masks to maintain superiority.

African poet
Smiles with Africa
Cries with Africa
Dies in agony with Africa
Rebirth with Africa
Flows ink for life in Africa.

African poet
Paints love in Africa
Black beauty beautiful blacks
Depicts how he sank into love to African
Remained in the shores of African beach
Surrendered his heart to the only African.

A BLISSFUL ANTHEM

A BLISSFUL ANTHEM

Here we are for we are whom we are
Sons and daughters of the land we are
Fears and worries are uninvited guests
Like the showers of rain from open space
Smile and bliss are hidden behind space
Opening pages of restless and crucifixions.

For we are born outside illuminations
For we are born in shores of peripheries
We are the radars to let smooth upstairs
For we are stairs to let them ascend
We are the forgotten race of hospitalities
We are born in mangers of public dirties
We are born in dustbins to keep trashes.

Our eyes see nothing but the trivialities
Our bodies wear nothing but parched skins
Our backs hold our empty stomachs
Our lungs respire nothing but stinking
Our peace is found in bloodshed grounds
Our satisfactions are found in cannibals.

Because we are the second class beings
Our bread is rotten and leftovers tatters
They fight like bulls and we die like Jesus
We consume what we don't do produce
We bear, our sweat evaporates to skies
For we are who we are for our noble fate.

Our land is the battle ground to summon
To summon winners and the defeated
Our land is shaved to emptiness like
Like the professional barber playing
Playing in naughty to the poor head
We see tomorrow in our absence
For we are in the not our presence.

I TOO, SING AFRICA

Poet: Regnard Bishoza
Country: Tanzania

THE CURSING BREEZE

THE CURSING BREEZE

Breeze blew from western plains
Destroying nature like earthquakes
Striking beings causing loneliness
Deserted land witnessing emptiness.

The cursing breeze caused shipwrecks
Cries of the dying souls everywhere else
The landscape beauty was turned dry
White snow fell to cover the black land.

Cursing breeze smiled to brainwashing
Blowing amidst minds of the hollowness
From bark cloth to technical garment of lost cultures
Breeze darkened minds to most trivial.

Desperation and genuine gigantic gaze
Grew to oscillating move in human mindset
Holding awful and fake breeze so tightly
Like the mother clutching her child to her chest.

A LUTA CONTINUA

A LUTA CONTINUA

Mysterious pressing to destiny
Indigenous purpose pends
Hope is lost in vain
Letting fatality end.

What if light is hidden in darkness?
What if pressing turns to reverse?
Should the footsteps turn back?
And get lost into innocent perish?
Hold your back and find your destiny.

Let mountains be crushed to flour-like
Let obstacles be smooth paths and rest
Hang your worries and find courageous
Write down history over the plain skies
Let smiles shade out tears of tremendous
Tremendous failures and hope looseness.

Bright future is the hidden press headings
Demands illumination for identifications
Find water from blood and find tranquillity
Spill over the residues of mind darkness
Seal your naked brain with corpus thought
For you're born to let false wear realities.

A luta continua, after incredibilities spout
Amour confers and restores peace out
Forward ever coward never and for sound
Admirable destination is home of criers
Blood of righteous is a song of strugglers
Restores dignity to the despised souls.

I AM NOT GUILTY

I AM NOT GUILTY

Was born to be free
On earth of righteous
Stop child abuse ooh men
Stop hunting kids ooh men
For I am a human, not a beast.

I am lost of my rights virginity
I am killed and abused dignity
Like the dawn my life survives
In worries I find my hope terrain
I weep bloody tears from sound beating.

I am an angel, an innocent one
I have the highest dignity one
Find not richness through my
Poor labour, killing my living
I too have tomorrow like you
I too admire the bright futures
I too have a bright and dreams.

A child is a prince and princess
A kid is loved by God from eras
Fling not my poor innocent body
Send me to school for knowledge
I will mount the radar and advocate
For the social welfare and betterment.

You too were the child like me
You are the master and reputable
You were grown fairly and meekly
Love was the song you heard daily
You smiled to the countless teeth
Like an egg you're delicately treated
There's no more tortures and labours
Hold my hand and I will be spared
Hold my hand ooh men
Hold my hand ooh men.