| Thursday, February 02, 2006 |
| Dis Poem |
dis poem
shall speak of the wretched sea,
that washed ships to these shores,
of mothers cryin for their young,
swallowed up by the sea.
dis poem shall say nothin new,
dis poem shall speak of time,,
time unlimited time undefined.
dis poem shall call names,
names like Lumumba, Kenyatta, Nkurumah,
Hannibal, Akenaton, Malcolm, Garvey,
Haile Selassie.
dis poem is vexed about apartheid, rascism, fascism,
the klu klux klan, riots in brixton atlanta,
jim jones.
dis poem is revoltin against 1st world,
2nd world, 3rd world division;
man made decision.
dis poem is like all the rest,
dis poem will not be amongst great literary works,
will not be recited by poetry enthusiasts,
will not be quoted by politicians nor men of religion.
dis poem's knives, bombs, guns, blood, fire,
blazin for freedom;
yes dis poem is a drum.
ashanti, mau mau, ibo, yoruba, nyahbingi warriors
uhuru uhuru
uhuru namibia
uhuru soweto
uhuru afrika.
dis poem will not change things,
dis poem need to be changed,
dis poem is a rebirth of a people,
arizin awaking understandin.
dis poem speak, is speakin; have spoken.
dis poem shall continue even when poets have stopped writin,
dis poem shall survive u, me; it shall linger in history.
in your mind.
in time forever.
dis poem is time; only time will tell.
dis poem is still not written.
dis poem has no poet.
dis poem is just a part of the story,
his-story, her-story, our-story; the story still untold.
dis poem is now ringin, talkin, irritatin,
makin u want to stop it.
but dis poem will not stop.
dis poem is long; cannot be short.
dis poem cannot be tamed; cannot be blamed.
the story is still not told about dis poem.
dis poem is old, new.
dis poem was copied from the bible, your prayer book,
playboy magazine. the n.y. times, readers digest,
the c.i.a. files, the k.g.b. files;
dis poem is no secret.
dis poem shall be called boring, stupid, senseless.
dis poem is watchin u tryin to make sense from dis poem.
dis poem is messin up your brains;
makin u want to stop listenin to dis poem.
but u shall not stop listenin to dis poem;
u need to know what will be said next in dis poem.
dis poem shall disappoint u,
because,
dis poem is to be continued in your mind, in your mind,
in your mind. your mind.
Picture this,
Am coming to work this morning,
Am in this matatu, being driven very badly.
Music is not particularly interesting.
There's this reggae station playing.
Then, there's this person reciting a poem, Dis Poem.
His name, Mutabaruka.
Had to look for it, to post it. You can analyse it all u want, but it still is:
Dis Poem. |
posted by Sammie @ 8:55 AM  |
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| 3 Comments: |
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Always liked Mutabaruka's literary work accompanied by instrumentals. Been a while since I listened to him though, will go online & search, search until I find his gems.
"dis poem need to be changed,
dis poem is a rebirth of a people,
arizin awaking understandin."
Straight & to the point!
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@akiey: Its funny how non-Africans know more about our problems than we do. Hopefully, the awakening will come to our minds... soon.
Thanks for the visit.
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Yes non- Africans know. Though in my page I say they claim to know...write on.
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Always liked Mutabaruka's literary work accompanied by instrumentals. Been a while since I listened to him though, will go online & search, search until I find his gems.
"dis poem need to be changed,
dis poem is a rebirth of a people,
arizin awaking understandin."
Straight & to the point!