Friday 25 May 2012

Tomorrow By Chris Mlalazi



"Tomorrow"

We want to live...
In a tomorrow;
Where our past
Can be looked at with pride,
And not the shame
Of rotting corpses behind bushes,
Raped mothers,
traumatized orphans
and brothers and sisters
skedaddling all over the world in terror

Of an uncertain future.



Article type: Poem
Title: "Tomorrow"
Bio: "Tomorrow" is a poem written by Christopher Mlalazi an award winning Zimbabwean author now making a mark world over. He has penned such respectable pieces of literature such as "Running With Mother". 

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Thursday 24 May 2012

Taste in Music

I have such a good taste in music...
Every time my thoughts speak
My tongue spits lyrics!!!

Sometimes my heart sings -
To  its beats' instrumental

But this song pumps through without vocals,
But this song plays in my head so its mental

But this song carries me on, 
So now I call it "Special"

Like life -
Like my love life's right
It's life - like so in turn I love life
When the melody is produced by notes struck right!!!

Fluid rhythms from a  set piece
Brass and strings
Percussion and woodwind
Harmonies,
Harmoniously produced in harmony,
By harmonicas
Played by the brunette from across the street Lisa Monica

Hello
Flutes sound so mellow
Bright days and daisies yellow
Reminders and real tests of mettle
As hard as a bow on a cello
While you go high on my poems like stilettos
Painting Bulawayo with words from burbs to the ghetto

Charming pieces of music in me
Possessing elements of Mozart earnestly
My palms are annotated with notations
Of half notes and sixteen quotes
That's why I communicate my passion
Through all these blogger posts:


Music is the race
So I play the sport

Music is the race, 
So I carry the torch

Wednesday 23 May 2012

Capitalist Perspective...

Who am I?

Just another victim of the system
Swallowed by corporate greed...
Fulfilling the objectives of the capitalists
With capital interests to financially succeed
To bring down your dignity to a proprietors creed

Never seeing the trouble progression is the blinded need
With haste, the system puts you in production line
Increase your pace, increase your speed
Blood and sweat, if you cant keep up
There is the door for you to leave
"In Gold We Trust" 



A thousand civilians
To their pockets
I am a financial villain