Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Motho Fela



A COMMON MAN

The sun shines so bright
to bring the true essence of life to all mankind
light, warmth and love are all provided to us by the sun
but only a few of us can recognize
the beauty that is shown to us by the sunlight
some can’t even feel the warmth
that is provided to us by the sun, why?
is it because they can’t feel
the heat like they are dead heroes?
since their bodies are cold
coz their souls’ temperatures are way below
zero degrees
they cease to live
but continue to exist
cruising without a compass in this ship of life
their direction is guided
by what they can see
only through their naked eyes                                                      
minds are paralyzed,
they are intoxicated, high and hypnotized
by what their eyes make them see
they can’t feel anything, think or even blink
as their life ship sinks deep under the blood sea
drowning in their own blood with no hope
of a lifeboat or even self-pride to hold on to
but who am I to tell you what I see
through these three eyes of mine?
i’m just a common man

a common man
tryin to make some sense of this madness
i’m a common man guided
by two of my best friends
common sense and the one within myself
the immortal warrior
i’m not perfect
I’m just a common man who’s not even educated
maybe if I was, I’d get their attention
or maybe if I was filthy rich and famous
i bet I’d still get their attention
but I have no education
and neither do I have earthly riches
all I am enriched with is the inspiration
to give you this information
that’s provided to me
by the one within
i’m passing it on to you
hoping you will make use of it

in an attempt to avoid the truth
fools would try to mute my voice
i watch them fail as my words continue
striking you like lightning
striking a tree
i get you open
sending chills down your spine
foolish smiles turn into frowns
as suckers realize I can’t be shut down
coz i’m this common man protected
by the most high power
to the creator of nature
i’m one of the most beautiful flowers
in this already messed up garden
the planet called earth
to you I’ll always be a common man
a common tryin to make sense
out of this nonsense
a common man tryin’ to put together
puzzles of the picture of life
i hope my words will make some sense to you
If they don’t now
then they will some day
i hope when that day comes
it won’t be too late
you don’t have to know my name
but just who I am
and who I am is a common man
far from perfect
but quite close to righteousness.

Footprints Of The Monster’s Ghost

Celebrations are in process
marking the execution of the monster
The evil beast has died
so it’s been said
but its ghost is very much still alive
and its footprints are visible
turning families into enemies
Children suffer the consequences

Light refreshments are still being served
by those who were fed by the beast
They are still sucking milk
from the ghost’s breast
loyal employees who are ruled by greed
guided by these footprints of the monster’s ghost

These footprints can still be traced somewhere
out there in the polluted air
Footprints are also carelessly scattered
all over the emotional scars
of the forsaken sufferers

They are also seen
on the beaks of the hungering vultures
who are scavenging on the bodies of the weak
Until these footprints are erased
and can no longer be traced
celebrations of a successful executions
may continue taking place

Give me love ( a cry of a common man)

give me love don’t give me sex
i have seen too much of that
besides, I don’t wanna waste my sweat
give me knowledge and strength
i need to enhance my consciousness
give me love so that
i find peace within myself
give me education give me skills
so that I can increase my abilities
to compete for job opportunities
give me a job so that I can pay the bills
and feed my seed
give me love, so that I can find peace
and spread it in all the streets

don’t give me a filthy bag
filled with empty promises
get me a piece of land
so that I can build myself
a home where I can lay my head
give me work so that I can pay the rent
i need books to read
so give me libraries
don’t give me lies give me the truth please
i don’t need your massive destructive weapons
so don’t give me guns
build me schools and all the necessary tools
i need to school the youth
give me love
so that I can find peace
and spread it in all the streets

give me access to insight
so that I can promote and exercise
protect and realize my socio-economic rights
pleeze don’t privatize my birthright to a decent and healthy life
give me clinics so that i can take care of the sick and weak
don’t feel pity for me,  i don’t need your sympathy
give me love, don’t give me charity
show me some solidarity
show me love, show me some humanity
give me peace, justice and equity
so that I can change my poverty-dominated reality
give me love so that i can find peace
and spread it in all the streets
coz if you don’t
i’m gonna take it all by force

WHO ARE WE


                                  Who are we and what are we created for
                                        Who are we and what are we made from
                                          Are we made from the most fertile soil
               That’s supposed to nourish seeds of joy, love, and peace
                 Or are we made to become slaves of our selfish dreams

           Enslaved by the earthly pleasures, the temperature’s rising
      And the question I’m asking is can we overcome the pressure
               Relentlessly chasing what we still can’t see or recognize
                         The sun blazing, but there are still some among us
                                            who can’t identify their own shadows
                                                   The path we walk on is so narrow
                                                      only a few can make it through
    Those who still can see their own shadows and are able to read
        the writing that’s on the wall, but only blind men can read it
                                        Those whose eyes are blinded by visions
                                     that protect them from wicked temptations
             This world has in store for us, maybe weak is what we are
                                                              But WHO ARE WE?

                                                         From the olden days of dark caves,
                                                            to this golden age of cyber space        
                                                             We are still stumbling in a maze
                                          Battling to escape from the clutches of satan
                            Trapped in a mental cage and the key is thrown away
                                             The only way to escape is through the gate
                                                            That leads to a sophisticated cage
                                                             where new age slaves are trained
                                                                    to work for a minimum wage
                                                               hoping the situation will change
                                              Coming out of cages smiling, feeling brave
                                 And ready to face the crazy world… or so we hope
                                                                                        WHO ARE WE?
         
                                                      Are we them most vicious animals
                      Whose sole purpose is to continuously breed cannibals
                                                                      that’ll soon be eating us                                       
                                               Are we creatures that are most civilized
                                     If the answer is yes, then my question is why?
                                                     do we still live in the times of fear?
                        Children cry of hunger and  bullets replace their tears
                        Are we leaders of the world who’ll travel the universe
                                                                            In search of the truth
        Not even ten bullets of proof vests can protect us from the truth
                                                          ‘Coz its penetration hurts so bad
                                Are we the only ones who know what the truth is
                                                                             and where it’s buried                                                                      
                   If we are soldiers in a battlefield, let’s kill all our enemies
                                                   Hatred and vanity, jealousy and greed
                         Before we exhume the TRUTH and resurrect L.O.V.E

              But first we have to know who we are and what we’re here for   
                                                 WHO ARE WE and what we’re made of
                                                    Are we made from the most fertile soil
                          That’s supposed to nourish seeds of joy, love and peace
                           Or are we made to become slaves to our selfish dreams?
                                                   Maybe we are not who we think we are.
                                                                                      WHO ARE WE?


MY REALITY

           Excuse me, I didn’t mean to be
          rudely intruding with confusion
         it’s just that you see it is so amusing
the way you have a tendency of assuming
whenever you speak of solutions and revolutions
concluding that we all share the same reality

                                            Well the truth is
if we don’t, we’ll fail to change the situation
   and this exercise is really time consuming
                                             it is no delusion
 that these walls which seem to be closing in
    are covered in misery, creating my reality
                          which is never seen on TV

I am not talking ‘bout your reality
coz yours is always embracing TV screens
your reality’s always covering glossy magazines
your reality created by varsities
of CNN, SABC and DSTV’s pop videos
and by all of those who control the flow of info

          As IMF, World Bank and WTO control the cash flow
my reality is forcibly and continuously confronting poverty
                             my reality is never seen at cocktail parties
you see my reality never meets with sausages, wine and cheese
            coz my reality often sleeps where there’s nothing to eat
         The music that my reality dances to is created by screams
and grooves of gun shots, bullet wounds decorate walls of my reality
blood-dripping bullet wounds decorate walls of my reality
blood-dripping bullet wounds decorate walls of my reality

Angry faces of frustration I always greet
frozen tears I cry, Children with hungry faces I see
            no tears in their eyes, all I see is bloodstains
as alcoholism, prostitution and criminalism create pathways
for those who seek to escape from this reality cage
My reality hardly ever meets yours on TV
coz my reality can hardly afford to pay electricity
she lives in the dark, far away from economic activities
If you’ve ever seen my reality before, it probably means
you and me must be related, and your reality might be
my reality, together we can then start thinking
about changing it, and that’s MY REALITY

SOMEWHERE IN THE DARK

                                                       Eggs are hatching, and instantly

                                       Deadly snakes start creeping and crowding
                                                              Scaring defenseless children
                                                                         They cry out for help
                                                         But no one wants to hear them
                                                          Left alone out there in the cold
                                             There’s nothing for them to hold on to
                                        Except the last drop, left inn the bottle of hope

                                                                      Somewhere in the dark
                                                 A mother is overpowered by hunger
                                                               She offer her young daughter
                                                      To insatiable hungering scavengers
                                                Wanting to taste the power of the paper
                                                         
            Somewhere in the dark
                                                   A brother sucks blood of his elders
                                                 Hoping that will make him stronger                                             
                                    So that he can be able to nurture his children
                                                    Raising them to become cannibals
                                                            Living somewhere in the dark

                      
CIVILIZED BARBARIANS
Standing firm, on the surface of planet earth
                                like depressed cavemen
                  grieving for the loss of their hair
    but still enjoying every gasp of filthy air
                         bringing back lost memories
               of their cherished meaningless past

             Always dressed up in latest fashion labels
        but still unable to distinguish truth from fable
                     Fascinated by tools that destroy lives
     Drinking everything, from many wells of blood
         hoping it would kill their unquenchable thirst
                                               for superficial wealth
                        Sexin’ in the park in broad daylight
                                 Oh, I guess that’s another part
                                         of their civilized lifestyle

  Living without a complete comprehension of self
        Selfishness is their main source of inspiration
                                 Relying on their rubber minds
            to guide them on their next hunt for control

    In their minds human lives weigh less than paper
                     Always resorting senseless to violence
                         whenever they fight over territories
which seem suitable
for their mind destruction laboratories

                            Like three bulls in the same kraal
                  they lock their horns  to settle the score
                                       and the winner takes it all
                                   human flesh, blood and soul
                      the ultimate prize for true barbarians
          completely civilized, but only on the surface
                            underneath their enchanting grins
                                       a true barbaric spirit reigns


THE BRIGHTER SIDE OF DARKNESS

                              Twelve midnight, the moon is dark outside

                                      A woman cries of pain, a child is born
                                     Holding tight to every gasp of fresh air                                                                                            
                                                             Enjoying the gift of life
                                                                      in times of hunger
                he gains the ability to communicate with his mother
                     His cry is a hinting reminder for his next feeding  
                     As he grows older, and being exposed to darkness
                                        he learns the skill to enhance his sight
                                  preparing himself for a brighter tomorrow
                                                  In a moment of grief and sorrow
                                         he discovers a means to deal with pain
                                           Living in poverty, he gains the ability                                                                                                
                                  to devise creative means, to defeat adversity                                                          
        
                            In times of fear, he learns more about his strengths
                             and finds the opportunity to put his faith to the test
                                                          When faced with evil temptation,
                                                He gains knowledge of self self-control                                                                                           

                    Whenever he finds himself standing face to face with hate
                                          he discovers ways to fulfill his need for love
                                                                      and the ability to give love
                                                                   He finds enough inspiration
                                                       whenever he hears negative criticism
                                     
                              When he has to walk across a crocodile infested river
                               he learns to teach himself how to build a solid bridge
                                                                               When lost in the jungle
                                he gains the ability to tame the most vicious animals
                                                            and find his way home in with ease

 

IF LIFE HAS NO MEANING

If life has no meaning
Why do you keep  on breathing
If life has no meaning
Why do you still wake up in the morning
and watch the sun rising
If life has no meaning
Why do you spend most of your nights dreaming
about living your living your life as a king
If life has no meaning
Why do you spend time thinking
Wondering about the meaning of life

Spending all your energy and time
Tryin' to run away from the reality of life
the reality being somewhere in your heart
many answers lie
Answers to what is the meaning of life

If life has no meaning
Why do you still fight to protect your human rights
If life is just a simple game
Why don't you spend a day
to make your own rules and play the game
If life has no meaning
Why do you feel the need to celebrate
When things seem to be going your way

If the meaning of life is learning
why don't you stop complaining
and start reading your lessons
If life has no meaning
why do you still feel the need to love and be loved
If there's no meaning of life
why do you feel the pain when the ones you love cry
why do you cry when the ones you love die

If there's no meaning of life
why don't you go on and die
I know you cannot want to
coz somewhere deep your soul, the truth is buried alive
the truth being ,there  is meaning to your life
(only you can define it through what you do with it)

HOW LUCKY WE ARE

                                     How lucky we are to still be here

                                     After all these years of tears
                                     In this messed up planet called earth
                                     How lucky we are to have overcome
                                     So many difficult situations,
                                     obstacles and hurdles that seemed
                                     impossible to jump at first sight
                        Damn!  We are so lucky to be blessed
                                     with an abundance of wealth and success
                                     which is just a breath away
                        How lucky we are to have the consciousness of God’s invisible hand
                                      that’s guiding us every step of the way
                                      We are very lucky to be these great beings gifted
                                      with the ability and opportunity
                                      to align ourselves with the most divine spirit
                                      How lucky we are to be the caretakers of the universe
 who are in control o f every physical thing under the sun
                                      How lucky we are to be blessed with the skill
                                      that enables us to create our own reality and live in it

We are so lucky that the unluckiest experience
We may ever have is to waste our lives without realising
                                      How lucky we are

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