Don't let me wake up.

Bleeding soul...........

When I utter your name, I can savor the venom.
The echo of your voice makes murder a sugary sensation.
A dagger in your heart I envision as I glance at you.

Ugly Imp dressed in white, I can see your claws.
A bed bug wearing lipstick, my heart goes out to your sufferers.
The gods toss and turn in their siesta, it was a crime to craft you.

You make hell a reality, well hell deserves better,
My soul bleeds with hatred, it cries with shame for sharing with the mischievous spirit.
Your origin date was the end of the beginning.

Hold your treacherous tears; don’t let them infect the soil.
Gulp down your tears, they may stir the ancestors.
Taste the animosity of your sin, blistering as magma, your tears must be.
Child of a serpent, daughter of a plump flea.
My soul bleeds with wrath; it lies awake in my slumber.

The Man with the Opener

You sat on the chair with a beam on your face.
Like a child offering candy to a stranger, you gave me your opener.
It was not once but twice.

I smiled to say thank you but your thoughts were far away.
I wish I had asked for your card, and then I would know your first name.
I have gazed at the pictures of the bloody bodies, eager to dentify the cherry shirt.
How will ever know?
Do I really need to know?

Maybe I should have persuaded you to follow my path,
But how could I have known?
I just followed the rhythm of the wind.

May be the angel of death passed you by,
Perhaps it was not yet your time.
I guess, I will never know.

From your number one fan.

It’s been a year since the almighty relieved you of the useless pain,
Incase you are wondering, Thriller is still the best selling album.
Guess what! The world cup actually came to Africa.
You should have seen the look in Madibas eyes,
I imagine, you would have been there,
May be you could have sung a song,
Oh ya, you Americans don’t like soccer.

Things have not changed so much...
The world isn’t a better place.
Little children still die of hunger,
Others are defiled before they can speak.

Instead of healing, the world is getting sicker.
Troops are moving faster to fight endless wars,
Money is the god that governs the world,
You won’t believe it, where I come from,
Children are sacrificed to get riches.

You must be in a better place.
How does it feel to walk freely without cameras?
Are you in the choir?
It must be amazing to see little children play without fear of getting harmed.
Well, your name still lives on.
A billion years may never wipe it away,
Till we meet ..
Your number 1 fan.

The dream.

I had a dream,
With tears in my eyes I walked a thousand miles,
A ray of light came my way,
A blurred image of my Daddy,I could see.
Quickly I ran to him, my arms open wide.
Slowly by slowly he began to vanish.

There I was, all alone,
Where could my Daddy be? I wondered.
I searched and searched,
Atlast I saw his image,waving goodbye

Daddy, dont leave
Well, he was gone.
Even in my dreams,he was gone.