The Mess Age

Heavily armed soldiers posted up in the streets
Fingers glued on their triggers; now that’s safety
Metallic doors locked behind decorated bars
Barbed-wired tall fences guarding the yards

Cold looks are being exchanged
Grim thoughts, loud words left unsaid
Hypocrite smiles filling the void
Everything real becomes fake when you’re paranoid

When facts are provided by the instigators of violence
Conspiracy theories make more sense
Life is a blame game where everyone is right
It’s unfair but might makes more right

Being alive means your time ain’t right (yet)
So I guess that’s why it’s all wrong
We created a net and got trapped in its web
Social media gets us closer coz it keeps us away from home

This world is a book and it’s old
We failed to decipher its code
So we pretend to rewrite history
But if we failed to learn from it, how can we teach with it?

#1key

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Who Bewitched Africa?

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Lost ID’s, like aliens that crash-landed on this planet
We both had no idea about who we were before we met
We found ourselves hardly floating on the tides of this life
Swimming through its lows and highs
Scheming through this ocean of lies 
Not looking for the spider but ways to survive
With 1000 ways to die daily, it’s a miracle being alive 
The grim reaper’s steps get louder every day and night
But wait… this time the steps are yours. Why? 
Why would you prey on me like a hungry reptile 
Yet not long ago, I let you in my home 
And we sang the same song
Recited the same poetry, moved to the same rythm 
Sipped banana wine from the same straw
Praised the spirit of the ancestors, dreamed of tomorrow
Tell me if I’m lying but for a moment didn’t we forget our sorrow?
When your eyes smiled, it’s my happiness that I saw
What happened overnight? Who poisoned your thoughts?

#1key