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Dec 29, 2016
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Life Tempo
Life tempo
The sun comes, shooting golden lines of light,
then birds flew, while the grass curdle dew and
moisture, and most man are not slow to wake,
and bits of chores and jobs done, the bells rang,
the bellies fed and children roam schools and
streets and getting warmed up,
Here!...Take this news, it's Sandra and she go tell
them she's never to bulge without moral justice,
and somewhere Jack gets all fed up and resigned
with a shattered door behind him and went to have
a drink, and on another part of the world someone is
swearing on how blah blah blah and blah blah blah
blah blah are so f.......cked up.
Spare not your complains for you too belong, whatever
the day or night brings, its all life and even death is!
The world is ever revolving and has no end, everything I
know and don't keeps a....a, it keeps a going on!
EPHRAIM CHAPARADZA \ LoveWchild AKA 2Pac KAS.
About This Poem
Last Few Words: Life is fair but its amongst us people who makes it unfair.
Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft
Comments
Esker
8 years 9 months ago
A most insightful write!
I was late to catch 2Pac..and I like KAS
Yolandi! District Nine..Biko movies
I know from Africa!!
My half brother Tony is black
but his daddy no pay him mind...
bought him a ball glove but never
threw a ball for him!! My dad was
white and he didnt either...
Worked hard...were hustlers...
movers....end of day they just
wanted to be! years later
I got this!!
I lived the cream of life
and then the rancid
but made the best
ya now!
could have been a
spoiled man
or a soiled man
but chose to be
a My man!
a lonely place
in the briars
but worthy in the
end...
Believe me..I grew frustrated
and went through doors
the learning curve
tamed by the man
and woman...child..
just wanted a happy man!
saw many sucked up in
politics and strife
But I said...the voice
must not be stilled
watched many fall away
many silenced!
this is a powerful poem
Like a painting of pain
I can feel it
and the knowing
of those who love
holding
on the brink
Powerful write
and welcome!
and your last words
ring true that bell
unfair!
but sometimes
it just is!
thank U for this
Poem!
Mr Wolf!