Mothers Weeping (A Poem)

By Themba Mvula

So all I did was labour for nothing

The seed I begot is an eyesore to mankind

What have I done to deserve such hatred among men

All resources I provided from the little I had

Hoping a proud harvest I was about to reap

Like a failed business venture I cry over my loss

For shame and disgrace you have put upon me

This environment is nothing but a treacherous plot

Governed by rights that shadow our very own culture

I carry my basket upon my head every day for you

For in prison decent food you are lacking

Like a sad hymn I walk to your rescue with hope

All I taught you was in vain my child

Proof that your generation is faithless and evil

The capitalist economy was never meant for lazy you

The faster it come the quicker it’s taken from you

At least I got rid of your murder weapon in good time

Be glad your sentence is not a lifetime

Still more I weep til my eyes get dry

My Dear I (A Poem)

By Themba Mvula

Like a fallen angel I walk the earth

So far destiny has guaranteed my death

Memories of the heavens linger in my head

A rebellious act that repentance for save

Noble men I corrupt so they share my trouble

My long term goals have been shortened by fate

So why exist to envy other disturbed men

Like a fisherman I cast my net wide enough

My victims seem not to perceive the way out

Ignorant like a bat I still fly in the day

Hoping I can master the great art of daylight

For my punisher has no regard for my wellbeing

Embrace those alive and weep for the conquered

For one is born craving destruction and agony

A demon they call me on earth

And saints cast me out in times of peace

Who is worthy to open the sacred scroll

The earth is my turf as the lord trample me

My master himself the biggest coward

That’s why I have pity on none but myself

Wind Breaker (A Poem)

By Themba Mvula

Like the moon he still shines

Shadows of hope he shall cast upon you

A predator patiently waiting for its pray

Deadly and vicious like the hot Sahara

Through all four seasons he remains calm

Like fire and ice he has no true identity

His deeds reveal so much about his mission

But people love and still respect him

For without him the society is absolute chaos

Bankruptcy and debt are his nature

Yet no man dares stand and put him to trial

For he built the house you live in

Your own children look to him for inspiration

Capitalism at its best in a morden society

Work or suffer Poverty’s fate

Thank God for his provision

For without him your basics will disappear

When the storm is rough and the wind blows

He stands a permanent shield

That’s why they call me the wind breaker

In Denial (A Poem)

By Themba Mvula

Just as it ended it began

A wave of desperate cries

One cares not how it will dissolve

From ancient times we heard tales

Like prophecy they face us with fire

Why do you dream at all fellow man

Of what benefit has revelation been to you

Leave the old folks to such foolishness

Like flowers we all wither from old age

So enjoy brother in your youth

Keep the accountability to Gods grace

For in time we are all just mere mortals

Run by a system we didn’t choose

Rebellion has been our inner truth

Even with all provided we still complained

So I make up my mind and curse

For no reason but I seem satisfied

Guide myself through violence

For the result is always the same as before

War between flesh and spirit

Vigilante (A Poem)

By Themba Mvula

My father always told me to uphold the law

My conscious mind says otherwise

For the law is for the unwise and slaves

I found the guilty and convicted him

His whereabouts the law has no idea

A corpse craving to be discovered

Society mourns the rapist

With praises they burry him and weep

An illusion at every funeral gathering

God is puzzled with the hypocrisy for sure

Scratch my back and I pierce yours

Fate and destiny have their quarrel

Summer heat blows in our faces

Lawmakers give me a grin as I pass

They same law I use as my cornerstone

Yet I feel it has failed our community

At least half my cellmates are innocent

God’s judgement awaits me in the end

Sister Abigail (A Poem)

By Themba Mvula

She woke up with a headache

Asked for a pint instead

I see rejection in her expressions

The law failing to enforce her rights

She took her long journey unprepared

Now she has return from the dead

A self imposed exile she endured

I see satisfaction in her eyes

A crime she has failed to hide from me

I won’t let the world have her I swear

Since birth it has done her wrong

The drug dealer is her best friend

With my own money she set herself ablaze

Now I guard the little conscious in her

Til fate do us no good

At Heaven’s Gate (A Poem)

By Themba Mvula

I pray for your souls my beloved

For you forget the depth of your sins

In the past logic and tradition saved you

My laws and commandments you have broken

With a sorrowful face you knock at my gate

The jury is all against you as I weep

Why does mankind listen when told

It was never about you but I of course

Like prodigal sons yet behave like outcasts

Saints and the poor you have neglected

Knowledge and wisdom you denied

My wrath you claim is not for you

My mercy I have exhausted

One dares not get any closer to me

For salt and sugar make tea a nightmare

I thank myself for your existence

Yet weep upon thy destruction

My mighty hand is capable of both by the way

So stand strong and face what I present

Guilt has haunted your generation

Stop knocking at my golden gates.

Dialogue With A Serpent (A Poem)

By Themba Mvula

Born in a world of transgression

Taught by the best through starvation

In the dark I pray for my tribulation

My soul enjoys the melody of slavery

For it was the only option better than you

Before I trample on you I demand a smile

I demand that which you fail to attain

With a smooth strike you bite my ankle

Let’s have a chat before I die my sister

For both of us are orphans denied by them

Death can never be more welcome

From a saint to a fellow angel

After incarnation I become you of course

Am the vision and you my visionary

Carry out my last testament for it is good

Turn to your disciples and do likewise

My heart is full of joy and distortion

For with courage I have faced you

Nameless (A Poem)

By Themba Mvula

In the face of destruction we smiled

When we had no joy we laughed

Incase you did not know we forgave you

And now we dwell in your ignorance

Show us hatred and we will accept

The result being your own desolation

We smile more when you conquer nobleness

And now our young one’s are in belwederment

For trust of you we got rid off

We walk like giants indeed

Talk like tyrants for sure

David and Goliath we observed

But faith of a mustard seed we have

In drought we fight the lack of moisture

And in the rain we withhold our struggle

Our tribe embrace races and originality

In our minds we take heed of culture

Innocent people will call us

Your dark secrets we shall laugh at

In the name of humanity we cast you out

By way of reason we accept you

Now watch and learn

For we have conquered you

The definition of innocence we are

For we defy all hatred

The Brethren (A Poem)

By Themba Mvula

With a cold shoulder he stares

In my understanding he is game

A victim of oneself I am

Like a Jaguar I patiently watch him

A trap I set for his own good

And felony is the result am sure

Never yourself in a lifetime

Should you forgive your own sins

For one greater still accounts for them

Now let us feast to our own destruction

Our righteousness locked in a dark room

With our disturd minds we laugh

Fate is still watching us with sorrow

Wish me luck brethren I declare

For I have run out of it