Iyesus Kristos (Jesus Christ) according to the traditional iconography of the Ethiopian Church (17th-18th c. Ethiopia). Image from Black History by John R. Moore.
This is the first poem I ever wrote. -One Love-
Give thanks, Rastafari….
via NUBIAN EYE
GBH
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The Petrol they say is now lead free
Still stinks if you ask me
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The cigarettes you smoke are a joke
Clog up your lungs and make you choke
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In the shops the beef is unclean
It has a degree in BSC – if you know what I mean
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The lamb is a scam
A bit like spam
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The chickens grow up fast, don’t ask-
Fowl play, you might say
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As for the pork
Swine fever no joke
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Eating the veggies is suicide
For too much pesticide
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And everything else
Has Added additives, and plenty of preservatives
It’s enough to make you wanta lay down and take a sedative.
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Sonya Dawn
© 1984
THE BOER NEXT DOOR
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You could have knock me down with a feather
Would you believe it, living next door to a Boer
A real live Afrikaan
And me a Jamaican
Needless to say, we didn’t see eye to eye
My music was greeted with thumps and bangs on the wall
My children they couldn’t play out at all
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Stone the crow
One night I got so low,
I decided that one of us had to go
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In a rage I contemplate,
The force with which one could hate
Without though or hesitation
Filled with anger and grim determination
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I went next door to confront the Boer
Picking up something heavy,
I lobbed it through a window
Blind with rage I kicked in the front door
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Back to the window and smashed it some more
Violence is not the way- there always a price to pay
But its one they understood
For, the very next day the boring Boers fled
Enough said.
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Sonya Dawn
THE TWO TOWERS
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From way up in the sky
Death rain down from on high
Torpedoed by two jets
Like flaming bats from hell
Two Towers fell
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High up inside
Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide
On a stairway to hell
Two towers fell
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Crashing and burning, Stomach churning
Mangled steel and flying glass
Shooting flames from another blast
An inferno in hell
Two towers fell
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Plumes of black smoke, to make you choke
Ashes raining down like snow
Awestruck!
The World wanted to know
Who dealt this blow
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What master plan- dropped this bomb?
This towering inferno- this carnage from hell
Torpedoed by two denizens of hell
Two towers fell.
Sonya Dawn
WATER – WORKS
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Standing
under the shower,
Whatever, the
hour
Bare, of any cover
Cleansing,
is so natural
Cleansing
is a must
For,
you too I trust
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Standing
under the water
Warm
sensuous water
Cascading
over my body
Fabulous
– feels like silk
The
Earth Mothers milk
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Bathing
is fine;
I just love to take my time
Getting
into a warm tub
It’s
like getting a big hug
Relaxing
and chilling
In
a big pool
Now that’s really cool
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Raindrops
is falling on my head
Oh
make it stop, Turn off the Tap
I
woke up with a start
I
had fallen asleep in the bath
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Too
long- soaking in the tub
Time
for a good scrub
Give
thanks for water
A
vital spice to life
Liquid space too precious to waste
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Too
many uses to calculate
Washing
up – washing down
Watering
the ground
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Swimming
and splashing in water
Children
screaming with shouts and laughter
However,
a powerful force
Never
underestimate
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With
churning currents that will take you under
Rapid
Torrents that can rip you asunder
Added
to which, noises like thunder
Pelting
rain, overflowing drain
Dam-busting
on a flood plain
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Or
anglers hooks by gurgling brooks
River
roads, Streams of life
Waterfalls
from up on high
Cloud
drops from the sky
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Gentle showers to refresh the flowers
Both
Fauna and Flora proliferate
And,
propagate
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Like dewdrops and teardrops
Tastefully
tasteless
But
thirst quenchable and drinkable
It
will always be number one on my table.
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By Sonya Dawn
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