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Come fight the fire
Come quench the flames
You were chosen for your power
And not your brains


Come feed the hungry
The weary needy too
Hope they don’t get angry
And get sicked on you


Come help your nation
The third out of three
Booming with growth and corruption
Save your country, oh can ye?


Come start the fire
These flames were holy designed
Till they burn everyone with a rubber tire
And your memory of you is hard to find


Come quench your fires, there’s many within
Oh healer heal thyself so you can reach the rest
You’ll find your answer but maybe later than
You’d planned to change the world and do for them what’s best

A drop in an ocean

I feel left out sometimes
My bones don’t enjoy holy anger
Some of their hearts must be limes
It starts off sour then it gets bitter
I’m no better on my own part
Have no fanatic in my cells
Was the man who watched them decay into smells
Was the one who could do nothing to quicken or stop their hearts
Was not a messenger from God condemning them to their fate
Threw the end of the world party
Danced on the graves of the corpses from whom life is now separate
At least that’s what they told me
I whispered in my own corner for the town crier liked bad news
He got more crowds to listen to him hit his gong and spread his message
Sometimes he got people in the pews
The preacher reminded them to prepare for a dark age
I whispered louder and the crier found me hateful
The accusers and the fanatics both found my lifespan worthless
Spreading nothing but my own thoughts and feelings so my spawn are not thoughtless
Soon I was dead and they were in search of another fool

Nothing left

Man was aiming at a target 20% off
Time was ticking like a racket taking my aim off
My bow drawing Frank quietly
Till there’s nothing left for free

Time waits for no man
But I saw him picking up my honey
Signs make no noise fam
I guess an exception there is honkey

Sameness was the strangest of all
They’re all different but the sameness was tall
They’re alike like a double tap on instagram
Same inside and their hearts ain’t even red like ham

Since I’ve been sinking on the stable  grounds
U can figure out
Since I’ve been thinking about the stable maths
You can’t figure out

My tongue Sharp like a tiger
Man’s killer words are like fire
Man’s poisonous call me viper
Man’s dangerous my main’s Delilah

I speak the truth to power
Man’s weak don’t watch power
They added 50 cent to my bill
Man won’t watch power still

Been killing it on radio man can’t handle my river flow
She said my cup runneth over they should change my name to overflow
Been cutting up the pieces man can’t taste reeses pieces
ET can’t call home and man can’t walk home with no issues

Could have tied me to Russia at least give me visa
Man’s still from Africa where you pay extra for visa
Time is ticking am I Russian can’t stay in here no more
Fine pickings without Russia there’s Australia and New York

Man drop fire when I feel like it reason why they don’t know
Paper catch fire put my own to it even Theresa don’t know
Same dad lines led to lame sad fines when the drug war started
Bane of lies driving Lord’s of flies like piggy just farted


Hail falls as it does in weird Africa
I hear a few tribes men call me
Their clicking tongue says see
That star looks like America

I’d left the city for the real experience
Like accents were not my lot
I notice in the people a real resilience
The kind that stops you getting shot

They were not progressive because they had no hope
Politics was about access roads
They were not liberal because they had no scope
For protecting from poisonous toads

The spears were not innocent one says
Don’t blame the imperialists
We can’t predict by eliminating the past ways
Because of them we have artists

I sleep looking up because the ancestors look down
I have learned nothing
I can’t save them I said as a young one’s look turned a frown
I hope you all can make something

Dance, little one Dance.

I heard of this dark continent in which early humans thrived

I told tales of the cities within which now seem contrived

Of forest floors and elephant grass that could hide your fears

Desert dunes filled with blood and tears


My time in the tropics left me all but done with rain

I had seen the world but from the side of a mountain

My head was hard to balance on the pedestal they’d given me

Walking straight on the narrow path was not done easily



Forests were amazingly flowing and shimmering in night

Resources in-house found would definitely cause no fight

Mines and ‘explorers’ popped up like meerkat Nants ingonyama

Safe to say they left before finding the reserves of cassava


Somethings are more apparent  when things are left unspoken

Light drizzles and corrugated iron sheet relationships remain unbroken

Ne’er a wise man was seen doing stupid things

Here was a nice man doing evil things

Taming the lone wolf

Next year I will become incorporated for the first time in my life. I’m studying to be a very specific kind of person and although everything about me in the last few years would not like it to be so, I will need to get a job in my field. Now, this may not be the hardest thing to do as I am trying to be a capable person and hopefully will be when the roll is called up yonder but I am not at this moment. Apart from whether or not educational competency translates to occupational competence I would like to know what happens when and individual like myself becomes a member of a body. The lone wolf in this case is one who does not attribute his hunting ability to his pack positioning but rather to his own skill and cunning. If like humans lone wolves have to socialise and domesticate after being the only member of their group what would happen to them? I don’t know nor will I find out until it happens but the real question for myself is whether or not being alone is my biggest virtue such that if I lost that virtue I would be just another lifeless machine pushing a rock up an incline. I have been in packs in the past and while the most recent one was fruitful it was probably more due to the constant association and refining of ideas than in the group itself. I was a pack member in high school and I think my lack of discernible interests or characteristics made for my lack of importance in the group structure. I was at best the jester and at worst the bitter fat dude that was strung along. I usually maintained my own little followings to make sure I felt purpose by helping people I thought sorrier than myself but who were in fact just interesting people who had had no platform. In between maintaining these two roles I was also the kid that was bullied by slimmer but more worn class mates who were jokes in the eyes of others but threats in mine. I would have to pay the equivalent of £5 to them everyday which was half my lunch so that I didn’t go home with a bruised eye. Also I had a teacher who hated me because mother through myself rejected a prefect position. My English teacher hated my brother and projected that on to me.
To summarise the group helped me feel useless and mentoring was slightly satisfying but all my school problems and personal problems went unsolved by the group. I fear what next year will bring and what I will become. If I become rich may be it wouldn’t be so bad.

After all if all I’m good at is being alone maybe I’m not good at anything.

Who are you angry at?

I heard you were angry at black folk for not thinking you were black enough
For looking at you and thinking you never had it tough
Never seen the suffering in life, never been on the streets
Never had to beg for food or fire to cook with and eat
I heard that you are angry at the white man for not caring about your culture
For thinking your traditions are the past and everything west is the future
For trying to change you, change your voice, change your accent
For trying to make you something that can live in the world in the current
I heard that you’re angry at the philosopher because his words don’t change anything
His darkness is light and grey is all around us means next to nothing
His cold eyes lingering as you whisper through all your feelings
Never batting an eye until you talked of your political leanings
I heard you were angry at the government
For having no effect like a blunt instrument
For leaving many poor and others dead
Filling the young with hope while resting the old’s head