Poems by Tshidiso Oracle

Chronicles
Tshidiso Oracle Motloung|

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S SE ER RI IO OU US S T TI IM ME ES S
Its in the full wake of the night,
My hands are afforded the use of a sickle and a sledge hammer,
I am digging every tomb with the year 76 on it,
Tirelessly dashing from one graveyard to another,
Gone too soon you should have taught us how to unite.

While its true that our countrys story can only be spelled out and made sense of in black and white,
Divisions amongst the natives ignite xenophobic attacks,
Please consider this a hint if you dont see us through heavenly specs;
Our democracy is full of potholes and filthy cracks,
Continually;
Slugs do rip the peaceful nights apart,
All the while,
Politicians are counting money in stacks.
Down here,
We still burn them libraries; the machines that print, copy and fax,
Justice department is in the rich mans pocket
Blacks still live in racks!
Men have become beasts,
Elders are dismissed,
Women and children are still used and abused,
Majority of the youth is in alcohol, marijuana, nyaope and man-rax!
This very youth is effectively arrested in the ineffectiveness of their own digital social networks.

Believe you me in the new South Africa;
Talk is still cheap and death is definitely for free,
OMG! As a man sow so shall he reap
But when will I die for me to believe?
Look around;
The protected are the rich,
Poor victims are everyday blown away like a heap of dry leaves.
I am sorry but I am devastated by what happened in Lonmin,
Though Africa is the origin of all the worlds religions,
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Africans were assassinated by people whose definition of GOD is Gold, Oil and Diamond!
Many are times I,
From my very pain find myself convicted to speak,
Compatriots you will know what I mean;
Our elders died for this land,
Now we die for the services
But its the same thing we still die for the land all over again!

As a black male,
I am affected by the death of every other man
For no man is an Island;
Everyman is a piece of the continent a part of the main!
This are the serious times,
Open your eyes and examine the neighbourhood,
Aids takes lives as if it was being paid
If I could,
I would pack it into a container and export it to foreign planets where there is no life!
But then again there is no AIDS
Its only people,
Thats the worst thing about aids,
It takes lives.

W Wa ai it t f fo or r y yo ou u
Because this was the woman of his dreams,
Adam slept when Eve was being made out of his rib.
Witnessed by every creature he gave name to,
Adams bone and flesh were the only goods given through,
Through which he became two
Yet in marriage that two became one again,
What I am saying is;
The oneness of living is the message inscribed in the naked truth of Eden,
Liston!

Chronicles


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There were no wedding rings in their matrimony,
No cake with cherry and icing cream,
No double press for him,
No wedding dress for Eve,
They were both proud in their tailor-made brand new birthday suits
And nothing mattered!
So long as God made her suitable
Adam was living his dream.

I would like to believe living a dream unfolds differently to each one of us
According to the kind of idea we hold of living a dream,
Some say living a dream is looking at her and seeing myself,
They say living a dream is understanding every word she is not saying
Because more often than not,
Women do speak without the use of words.
They say living a dream is me speaking and her finishing off my sentences,
They say living a dream is having a bigger house,
A model wife and beautiful kids,
Then have money change cars and you will live in peace.

But you see my idea of living a dream is nothing like that,
In fact my idea of living a dream goes way beyond the paradigms of the haves and the have nots,
It is beyond the ups and the downs, perceivable tangibles, poverty and riches, profit and loss,
Without mentioning a lot,
My idea of living a dream is even beyond the sweetness of her voice,
Her crystal eyes, clear skin, expressive lips and dimples,
It is beyond her bushy eyebrows,
The silk of her hair, beautiful hips and limbs,
Goodies and holidays,
Romantic dinners, gifts and presents and whatnots

While all that is good seen said and done,
My idea of living a dream abounds in the ability to merge not only our bodies,
But our souls and spirits too until the two become one,
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Until my people become her people
My God become her God,
My idea of living a dream is not in me finding that one person I can live with,
But it is in me finding that one person I cannot live without.

She will be a dark-thick forest of love in the middle of which,
Hidden in the shadows and merely perceptible run a river of romance which,
I,
Like a traveller lost in the desert on the verge of dying of dehydration
Will bend and eagerly drink of its life giving waters,
If I may introduce you to this somebodys daughter;
She is a type that belongs to that small minority
Of women whose tunics and dungarees rip something off their beauty,
I am talking beauty that belongs to the bygone centuries when the cannons of beauty,
Were dictated not by managers of modelling agencies and editors of womens magazines
But by great painters like Goya and Rubens.

I swear to you she wont be known for the frequent change of expensive hairstyles,
The perfume she wears and make up she puts on,
The clutch bags, designer clothes, manicures and pedicures,
She will be a to die for sister and a shining star to her in-laws,
She will be my sanctuary,
The temple in whose inner courts I am turned into a sacrifice,
She will be more than just a beautiful wife
Her footsteps will be guided by heavenly order,
She will possess the courage and the character of Ester,
The bravery and the intelligence of Deborah,
With the undying determination of Ruth,
She will do more that those that descended the ill on a mat from the roof,
She will save lives!
And when I have lost my way and retreated from all the good,
God will not tear me apart like the red sea
Or the Israel monarch when He rejected Saul as king,
Cause like the sensible and beautiful Abigail
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She will humbly go to the Lord and intercede for me,
And as she cries,
As she cries silently like Hannah,
It will be because my love for her is like ten sons moving on the inside of her,
Come draughts come floods
I will die for this woman
Like Uria died for Bathsheba in cold blood!

As expected of a real mother figure,
She will hide our kids from destruction and put her life online instead
Like Moses mother did before she let him cruise on river Nile,
Somebody please allow me to talk to this woman for a while;

Your eyes are the gates to that other world,
The world of knowing the songs of the lake,
The speech of clouds and trees,
Come with me lets travel to the fairest mountains where the sun goes to sleep,
There we will look for a valley with fish in the stream,
A dear in the woods and perhaps a pair of eagles nesting in the highest trees,
There we will name the winds, rivers and springs,
Every moment will be made immortal
And every garden a statement of the poetry of living with you,
No offence but being here next to you
Is like visiting a cemetery where all my love has been buried,
I guess what I am trying to say to you is;
Until such time that we are married,
I will wait!
I will wait for you like the church waits for Christ,
Like Jesus waited for that woman at the well of Jacob in the land of Samaritans,
I will wait!
Moses waited for Ziporah at the well of the Medians aged forty,
Jacob waited for fourteen long years to marry Rachel,
All I am saying is;
I will wait for you like Jesus waited for crucifixion,
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Like David waited for his inaugurations
This time,
I will wait!
For you.

A At t m my y p pa as ss si in ng g
At my passing
I shall split heaven open with my prayers,
Clouds will crack,
The sky will fold in multiple layers,
The sun will lie on mother earth
And produce abnormal temperatures at my passing,
At my passing Angels will be held accountable,
With broken wings they wont fly,
They will have to be answerable watch-overs,
Breath will be so in short supply,
Demons will choke and die
Leave the devil a mourning widower,
Gone too soon
What will fail to remain stable is the moon
At my passing,
At my passing trees will turn upside down
So that photosynthesis happens underground,
I will be dressed in black dressed in white will be my mother,
In memory of my friends paper and pen she introduced me to when I was younger.

Do not take me to cemetery,
But lay me between lines of metaphors in the forestry of poetry
Lest my grave be confronted by generations,
At my passing do not call me sir
Call me Seraphim!

T Th he e P Po oe et t S Sh he e B Be ec ca am me e
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When a man meets a woman,
Its like a florist standing in the field of flowers,
And after being captured in the beauty of nature for hours
He lets his mind take a picture of this new amazing mixture of colours,
But before he blinks
Something catches his attention,
He therefore breaks links
With anything for he has seen something of exceptional attraction,
Its not just a flower,
He realizes now that he gets close to it,
He reaches out for it,
He holds, strokes and kisses it,
He then can tell;
There is nothing like it!
Whether you are a man or a woman,
Thats just what happens when a man meets a woman.

I met her in the art galore,
She was coming upstairs when we exchanged hellos,
Her eye stair caused my stomach a steer,
It felt like I had just swallowed a cluster of raw allows,
She was calm in my eyes
Quiet and intelligent,
Her eyes were as observant as those of a secret agent,
She looked more of an angel that never knew sin
For her skin was smoother than encyclopaedia pages,
I had never seen someone like that in ages,
And somewhere in the pages of a chapter
In the book of my life I met her at the altar.

She made me her king,
Though the ring was forgotten in a jewellery tin,
They sang a hymn we kissed and I made her my queen
She was right!
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She was right when she said she was to me like the sun by day,
The radiant giant in the Milky Way
Yet the obvious greatest deception to a human eye,
God! how could I have been so blind?
I tell you now if you dont believe me ask the wise;
No matter how yellow it looks but the suns real colour is white!
I cant help believing we could have avoided the fights,
The sleepless nights,
Together as one
Only death would have done us part
Had she,
Unlike the sun shown me her true colour from the start.

Together we dined and wined,
We reasoned and rhymed,
Oh! I should have known I was nothing to her just a lesson in time
I was the first one with a poem when we got married,
But then I turned this pen into a spear
So I would be the first one with a shovel when she gets buried,
Some may say I have made my bed and now that its time to rest in peace I cant bear it,
But not when you have been through emotional roller coasters and heartaches
Cause you will know this isnt a message of hate,
Only a definition of what made you late
Dead to every single emotion
Like an abandoned pregnant woman lying in bed ready to make an abortion,
That type of a tough life lesson,
The type that makes you not want to go out on a date
Since the locks of the flood gates of your eyes have gone missing,
I have drowned in my own tears to date
So if you want to talk love listen;
I suggest you bring a rainproof coat
As a matter of fact bring a boat
Or else keep standing right there on the bank of the coast!

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I said I was to her like stars in heaven,
Always there and always more than she could ever imagine,
All bright yet so small and so far away from the gravitational influence in which she lives,
Completely oblivious to her pleads
Maybes and what ifs,
Open your eyes and realize that our sick-natures,
Once placed on that form
Our signatures turn us into captives of our own identities
Living in prisons of our own infidelities,
If marriage is truly based on trust
Faithfulness and true love,
Why then is it secured?
Binding parties involved to the natural expression of love by means of legal contracts?
I know this may sound strange as I am probably the last person you want to learn this from,
But if there is one thing constant in the universe about humans is change,
Its like chalk and cheese,
True love is freedom which can never reside with obligation in one place,
Maybe thats why stars are so away from earth so as not to be affected by laws of gravity
For true love is unlimited to eternity,
And in them stars true love does exist
For merely two following reasons you cant resist;
It was a star that led wise men from the east to Jesus birth in Bethlehem,
And why stars left their original positions and fell down at Jesus death outside Jerusalem
Is just another reason enough for you to see the reality
Of that vertical affection tranquillity equivalent to in birth and in death,
For better and for worse,
Not to mention in sickness and health,
Now having related these truths
I guess it is now safe to say in them stars,
True love exists still!

B Be eh ho ol ld d
Behold the miracles unfold,
The kingdom of darkness rolls in semicircles,
Chronicles


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For my tongue is crafted with Oracles
Whenever I open my mouth demons chuckle and diminish,
The devil turns into microscopic particles,
And thats because my prayer
Is not just an earthly computer written article but,
Its a heavenly art,
More appealing than Solomons essence cubicles,
Listen because I dont speak in riddles,
I say it countless times not only once when I wake up,
And every once in a while I go to bed,
My whole bed is surrounded with flaming pinnacles
And that is a sacred-secret of every believer,
That should be a sacred-secret of every believer.

O Or ra ac cl le e
People say a lot about who Oracle is,
But I am not shaken by what you have probably heard,
Like prostitutes legs my eyes are always open,
Well thats my gratitude words.

They have both seen hopeless
Teardrops down the faces of the homeless
In Zimbabwean borders,
Military still carry out orders
Irrespectively nobody bothers!
Like an expired contraceptive pills
Ineffective political motives implemented
How do you feel bystanders?
They say Oracle is by standards
As cold blooded and heartless as Chris Hani shooters,
Its not a story
Look how leaves other poets scattered and butchered
And I say history is not only written by believers in a chemistry that love delivers,
Chronicles


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If you dont believe me ask Jesus and Judas.

I did not choose
But was chosen to convey the message,
From across the grave elders are filled with rage
Just like a heart of an abuse woman in marriage.
The livings inequities,
I could have possibly kept it private and secret like Zumas wife insecurities,
But I guess my calling has a thornier motion
Like an emotion in a young girl who just made an abortion!
In between birth and death lays a period
Called life,
If its obstacled dont lie
Read the Oracle,
Period!

I I a am m n no ot t t th he e d de ev vi il l
Image,
Imagine,
Imagination is the highest form of prayer,
Even God had to imagine when He created you in His image attention payer,
We existed all of us,
Beyond the ozone layer in Gods thalamus
Where there is no right or wrong,
Neither past nor future,
Come stand with me on the shoulders of time
And look at yourself through skin pores of Mother Nature,
We are all knowing,
No one ask the preacher why;
Why did we come to a place where all of that is in the illusion of time and space forgotten?
Remember yourself!
That is re-member these self
With the first self that existed in the mind of God before the beginning of the beginnings,
If Jesus is the son of God born of Mary and Joseph whose son are you?
Chronicles


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I tell you the sun is nothing you are not,
The star is nothing you are not,
If fact in the absence of that which you are not,
That which you are is not
So there is nothing you are not!

Welcome to a century,
Where every uncommon truth is unwelcome and labelled blasphemy,
Where every single one of us can stand on stage and tease God
Only to be dealt with in the afterlife judgement day,
Hold it hell and fire!
Every day is a judgement day for me even as I am breathing here
Somebody is whispering next to you
I am being judged!
Oh! Please keep your heavens and streets of gold
I am here to experience until my flesh gets cold,
If there is anything that God didnt want me to do
Why did He create me is such a way that I would be capable of doing it?
De-programme yourself of this religious mis-programme
And hoist high the freedom emblem,
Go deep within because if you dont
You will go without,
Dont let this truth fall out
Until you discover what you are all about,
I was all about suits and ties,
Writing sermons for the so called pastors friends of mine,
Drinking of the same cup of lies until it fell broken on the podium pour cries,
Yes money changes people
Even Nelson Mandela hundreds made him purple,
With my gratitude words
I reasoned til deacons came took a straight look into my eyes
And mistaken me for the devil,
I was so misunderstood
I am not the devil!
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I am the reincarnated soul that once got murdered on stage,
Dumped in the forestry of poetry,
Laid in between lines of metaphors,
A soul whose visualization closed its eyes in the garden of imagination,
I am that expensive mascara,
Kiss-kiss gold and diamond lipsticks
Worn by the ancient mystics,
I am of the lineage that agriculture brought to bondage at the early age,
Example being that of many of Van Riebeecks vineyards
Made for alcohol down in the Cape.

Believe me if I were the devil
I would do something better,
I would visit the constitutional cottages and violate land laws,
Burn protocols,
Bring villages to city for alter call
Maybe Johannesburg would convert into Free State!

If I were the devil
I would put land lords into orphanage homes,
Give away their daughters as whores,
As for their sons cut their prostates
Put them in wheat sacks til they weigh in tons
No more good sex punks!

If I were the devil,
All ill mannered artists that listen to Hip-hop on one night stands,
Would hang their heads by the dread logs on one mike stand,
Chicken pox eat their brains as if it were a bull-brand
Until nothing is left of the master gland.

But thats not the grandest version of the greatest vision of who I am,
I am the Energy in Motion,
The highest E-motion of God,
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I am that which was formed by God,
I am Gods formation
But in a sense I am Gods information.
I am that unrecorded bible verse that lets you read the name devil in reverse,
L.I.V.E.D is Denying Everything Valuable In Life when read as an anagram in reverse,
You said it right when you said only God can judge you,
And if you have a problem when I tell you that I am G.O.D,
Well I have three words for you;
Get Over Denial!

F Fo or r y yo ou u t to o l li iv ve e
Do not be afraid of the disease that stocks in darkness or disasters
Displayed by the shadows that move and faces that are sinister,
Do not be afraid of the terrors of the night,
Although a thousand fall at your side,
Arrows fly across sky in the moonlight,
Ten thousands are dying around you,
Do not be afraid!
I shall shield you with the furthers of my might,
No evil will fall on you I will for you to live.

I plugged into my peoples misery in Egypt,
Broke every law of physics
When I struck them Egyptians with severe plagues beyond limits,
My bleak of power shone on the pillar of cloud in the ozone
Lift up your eyes to the hills and you will see it,
Do not be afraid!
No plague will come near your home,
Without even hurting your foot on the stone
You will crush upon lions serpents under your feet,
Do not be afraid!
You shall call upon me in the day of trouble
And I will rescue and honour you
Irrespective of what you did,
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For He whom the son sets free is free indeed,
I assure you,
No evil will fall on you
I will for you to live.

Death is not an end to existence,
Its only a mere separation between body and spirit,
That should be the message even on funerals pulpits!
When I promised you eternity,
I promised you what I am
Not what I have,
I cannot promise you eternity and die myself
I was here longer than the bible pages have been on earth,
Why then would I die
If I was tempted in every way but never sinned?
For the wages of sin is death
I must have sinned for me to die yes,
But No! I did not sin so I did not die!
Only I,
I only,
Stripped off this flesh,
For it was too lashed
For what I was about to do next,
For three days and three nights
I was alive and at work under ground,
For death is not an end to existence
Its only a mere separation between body and spirit,
They searched for my body
But it was never found,
Because I,
I slipped back into this flesh
And went up to my father with these wounds as evidence,
So that even when I dont intercede,
I just stand before my father
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And raise my hands with confidence
And the gash on my side He sees,
The holes on my feet and hands He sees,
He is then reminded of where I come from,
He is reminded of you,
Do not be afraid!
For you to live,
I will live!

T Th he e r ro oc ck k
Born in the stable
And laid in the manger was the Lord all nations,
Foxes have holes
And the birds of the air have nests,
But the son of man has nowhere to lay his head yet,
In his fathers house are many mansions.
I want to be just as selfless,
I want to be Jesus-like!

He himself is life,
But he became obedient unto death
Even death of the cross no any other,
He was then buried in a grave that was borrowed
From a rich man
Yet the whole earth,
Gold and silver are his fathers whose name is hallowed.
I want to be just as humble,

I want to submit to my parents
The same way Jesus submitted to Mary and Joseph even though he was God,
I want to speak forgiveness in the midst of agonizing pains of sorts,
I want to take my life and share it with others,
I want to seat at the table and eat with my enemies
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Just the same way Jesus did with Judas,
For you shall love your enemies
And pray for those that persecute you,

I want to speak not in my own accord,
In me I want the whole world to see God,
I want to serve the servants and wash their feet,
I want to cloth the naked,
Feed the hungry and heal the sick,
I want to spill my soul out,
Lay my life down,
I want to love bleedingly,

He alone is my fortress
The rock of refuge,
He alone is my deliverer
The rock of salvation,
He alone is my stronghold
The rock of strength!
I want to be this rock.
I want to be the rock on which Gideon reconstructed Gods alter,
I want to be the rock that was struck by Moses to give out water,
Just the same way Jesus was struck to give life out of his death,
I want to be the rock at the head of Jacob in Bethel,
I want to be the rock that Moses set upon
When he got tired in the middle of the battle in Rephidim,
The rock on which he stood
And God showed him His back on the Mountain of Senai,
I want to be the rock that flew from Davids sling
And sank into Goliaths face
Thereby spilling his brains into a jelly-like substance
And made him fall flat on the surface!
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I want to be the rock of victory,
I want to be the rock!

I want to be the rock that was put on the mouth of Lazarus tomb,
The only rock that can tell the truth
About the hopeless state of the body of Lazarus when he was raised,
The only rock that yielded for the dead Lazarus to come back to life,
I want to be the rock that separates the living from the dead,
An open door not for the living to go to the dead,
But for the dead to come back to the living.
I want to be the rock of resurrection!
I want to be the rock!

Lord you are a wise man who builds his house upon a rock,
And upon this rock Lord Jesus,
You may build you church.

A Al lt te er r m my y c co ou ur rs se e
In the beginning was the word,
The word was with God
And the word was God,
Everything was created by the word,
But when the word became flesh,
The creator became creation
So that creation itself may become creators in flesh.
The word came to his own,
Others healed by just touching his hem,
But they disowned the word even after he rose because just like them,
He was made of flesh and bones except he had no home.

Tonight I stand before you Pilate with shackled wrists,
But I swear if my head can be given to you on a silver plate like that of John the Baptist,
Into your own prison you will forever remain an inmate.

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Its in the rabbinical law,
It is written in the rabbinical law that legal proceedings cannot take place at night,
Simply because justice must be carried out in broad daylight,
But I was detained at night without warrant in the garden,
Dragged for preliminary questioning to Annas
Whose time as a high priest had long barren,
Then to Caiphus house only to be harassed by prison wardens
When by right I must have been taken straight to counsel chamber,
But because I do not sleep or slumber,
I want you to stay awake,
So that you may speak in the light whatever I tell you in this dark governor;
I am carrying you and everybody afloat on the lake of fire,
This body is bigger than Noas ark
You can bet I will be gone with it for a while
Like Jonas set in the belly of a shark
And then I will come back with my feet and hands victory-marked,
I am here to fulfil what was since the beginning of time bookmarked,
And since I am standing here,
Let me tell you what you didnt ask;
You cannot alter my course!

You wouldnt dare bring Judas to testify against me for,
Provided that I am,
He is just as guilty because he is my follower
What do you think Peter denied me for?
To this Passover,
I was brought forth to be the lamb that the soldiers came looking for,
The son of man will be seen on his fathers right when this is over,
And as for the comforter,
Will be sent to every single heart of the mourner
Just another reason that I will be gone for,
But now,
That you are on the side of the law it is only fair that you answer my questions how?
Just how did you trial me without presumption of innocence until proven guilty by evidence?
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Plus,
You brought forth no agreeing witnesses to prove that I was guilty beyond the shadow of doubt,
For thou shall not bear false witness
Was a reason enough for you to look for true witnesses
Instead of making it sound like I testified against my own self,
You know that is criminal justice system-abuse.
But if its any consolation even if I did testify against myself,
It still would not have accounted for a conviction
Because Miranda warning was never read unto me
Like it is legally required with any other accused,
Something like you have a right to remain silent,
Anything you say could and would be used against you in the law court,
If there is no record of arraignment;
That is the reading of charges against me in the open court from Matthew to the Dead Sea scrolls,
How then did I end up in the high priest judgement hall?
I insist,
If there is anything I did punishable by death,
I must have,
In the context of the Jewish law been stoned
And my corps eaten away by ravens
Precisely like it was done to Stephen under the open heaven,
But I was made to carry the cross via dolorosa
Until I met Simon the Syrian who jumped off the horse,
And embarked with me on the same course,
Even today,
My blood still speaks life on Palestinian walls,
You cannot Alter my course!

You are people of the book right?
You should have noted prophesies of the Messiah born of a virgin,
Died and risen,
Though Nazarene by birth
Stayed in Galilean region,
That way you would have known my blood as a gift of love,
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And that the cross and I go together like a hand and a clove,
I repeat,
You have no power over me except what is given you from above,
No wonder you couldnt acquit me or convict me,
Though you chastised me,
I rouse in the face of all prostituted legal practices on;
Sedition, blasphemy, bribery, conspiracy, perjury and treason,
Nothing could hold me back,
Not even death and miscarried justices,
I took it all,
I took it all and the spits of saliva,
But for thirty pieces of silver,
Judas really sold himself,
All I ever wanted was for you to become a believer,
I couldnt have possibly been delivered in case you thought I could,
It is through the cross that I destroyed works of Belial,
With that being said please understand,
You cannot alter my course!

O Op pe en ne ed d g ga at te e
My journey has a perspiration taste,
Had I not been running
Would have gotten here late,
I have been called by fate,
From a place no one can locate,
Mark this day and remember the date,
Where I am headed angels have opened the gate.

My toes are bleeding from under nails,
My ankles broken from carrying the weight,
It is a calling I cannot forsake,
Had I not been running
Would have gotten here late,
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Where I am headed angels have opened the gate.

I am on my own without a mate,
Truthful friends came to hate,
Yet I showed them love as big as a lake,
Where I am headed
Angels have opened the gate.

Come take one more look at my face,
From my head through my waist,
There isnt much of me left to take,
Since life is a race,
I ran without a break,
Where I am headed
Angels have opened the gate,

Time flies at a higher pace,
Be mindful of the grace,
Hold on to my words in this world of race,
Where I am headed
Angels have opened the gate

This I did not anticipate,
I did it with a pencil not a certificate,
I am not ashamed or afraid,
I do not shake,
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Cause where I am headed
Angels have opened the gate.

I I
Death is coming close every day,
Any day somebody dies anyway there is no getaway,
Should I pass away today,
Let visualization close my eyes once again,
Dress me in black and white
In remembrance of my friends paper and pen,
Do not take me to cemetery,
But lay me between lines of metaphors in the forestry of poetry,
Let rhymes stream with rivers,
Run thru ages endure my legacy to the end of time,
Curl around the waves of the blue seas crushing back and forth in ceaseless cascades,
In heavy chunks of green, silver and gold,
In dark valleys of purple and Indigo,
Hurl about,
Crack the mountain cliffs,
Invade the caves and free the chains cuffing the slaves
And if they ask you
I,
Am a body without organs,
A party without slogan,
So non can convict me of monetary deficit,
Political inaccuracy,
Irrational plebiscites,
Or restrict me with servitude to the well of life that I say beside,
I,
Am just a lyrical homicide,
Who spend hours crossing reasons over the Jordan,
Leasing between the past and the present,
An offspring of the legends
Whose spirit is forever living,
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I am a spirit!

Retrieve my sight from the beauty of lilies,
Lay it on the defenceless children in whose hearts I find innocence,
But it hurts in a sense that they are wrapped in plastic clothes,
Cardboard and blanket caskets,
Buried in street corners,
Outsiders betray and scorn us,
Yet it doesnt make any difference still
I,
Find it nonsense
With the presence of politicians fighting over money and power,
Criminal culprits walking free of confinements while I am chained by obedience of legality,
Breath out,
Speak out loud,
Recreate a sound mentality of human rights,
Re-cultivate the forbidden fields of responsibility,
Re-birth liberty back to the soul of mankind,
Re-capitulate your past fast,
Rehabilitate,
Repatriate foreign governmental systems,
Re-awake and be you,
And if they ask you
I,
Am the truth!

P Pr ro ol li if fe er ra at ti io on n
It was the night of the fifteenth
When this boys aged between twenty-one and fifteen
Caught me and searched me,
When they found nothing,
They decided to take my ring
With a gun on my chest
And a blade pointed right under my chin.
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It became so clearer that I was the impediment
In fact the left wing in Satans parliament,
Deep in within,
My fears told me to run,
If I could I would until I reached for the sun
But then I took my stand and then I spoke to a gun,
For no man will ever understand
Until his death is as close as this microphone stand.
From that moment on I learned
Never to depend on a man whenever it gets out of hand,
Even if it turns rougher like the country water sand,
Jehovah Rava;
What I intend is to love people for real and never pretend
Until I get to the end,
Though living in the world of monsters makes it no easy being a human,
If you havent noticed they reside right amongst us man,
Take a look at all men and women,
We are all sodomised
For this justice,
Security and Safety departments are so disorganized
Like the hairstyles of the starving Indian women,
And of course
Even the governing laws are technically protecting these criminals
Whose cold hands guns and blades are literally destroying the liberals,
Wipe your tears and hold my hands
For several erected tents are for nothing but funerals.
This is the world chosen by God for me to live in,
But this is the government system chosen by me can you believe it?
Yet I am frozen in odds I need a breathing,
In every season many are
Remanded cases in courts across the region,
I searched in my pockets to find the reasons,
The dockets are missing cause cash is given,
Unlike the grieving
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I will never be puffy eyed
Or have shady eye sockets though my heart is bleeding,
Since we die in hundreds its better I sell caskets for a living,
For to a grave is where this life is speedily leading,
A place where everybody
Is laid on their backs looking upwards for the Messiahs second coming,
Unlike the world of the living theirs is quite
Respected even bowed to by the presidents,
Yes it is from such incidents that you are nobody until somebody kills you,
Id rather fight for equal rights than respect
For its only due to the dead,
They said I was losing my head
When I told them;
No book from a shelf ever spoke for itself,
Thats why I believe in the power of the spoken word.
If my eyes can look
But have a difficulty looking further than they can see,
My spirit will take over and reveal the unspoken word,
Unwritten poetry,
My paintings that never filled a canvass,
Songs I never sang,
And of course
Every dream that was never fulfilled to all my descendents after my time is over,
Cause guess what?
I am a prolifer!

S Se el lf f d de en ni ia al l
Not as high as the size of their horses and camels
But as the tower of Babel and the brutal death of Abel men have fallen!
When I wrote this poem I got into a room
Closed the door behind for my name God was calling,
A pencil became glued to my fingers till they were aching and swollen,
Some said it was abnormal and spelled a bad omen,
But in a length of time I realized that my notebook and pencil
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Are nothing but a love token between me and heaven,
I was chosen!

Chosen to tell nothing but the truth,
The truth that was seldomly spoken of even before I was born,
The truth infinite and rigid,
The one that will forever remain even after I am gone,
The truth so clear and vivid
It wont be disposed of or diminished;
Jesus is Life, God is Spirit!
A man became a Living Spirit,
Which by definition is a combination of both Life and Spirit,
I guess that has an answer to a question;
What is a man that you are so mindful of in it?

In this packet of flesh,
Hate is leprosy of the soul,
Talking to haters is like unearthing ancient coffins,
This poem is a mouth to mouth resuscitation,
Accept breathe-ins and be whole,
Be whole and look into my eyes,
Question your existence if you dont see yourself in me,
Cause oneness had always been the central part of Jesus teachings to the twelve,
Why else would he say;
I was feeble and frail you failed to visit me in jail,
I was a stranger at your front door you dismissed me with anger,
I was naked and thirsty you sent me back with my hands empty,
Yet you seem to believe you would have done things different had it been me,
But you did it to me when you did it to these ones
Cause me and my creation are one.
The glory given to me I have given them,
He receives me he who receives them,
I will neither leave nor forsake them,
Inseparable to the ends of the worlds
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I shall unquestionably remain with them,
Neither life nor death
Fears nor sorrows,
Neither angels nor demons
Today nor tomorrow
Will do us part,
Yet it tears me apart
That in spite of this all,
All their lives man will always go places,
Watch every television programme,
Read every book in the shelves
All in an effort to find solutions to their own problems,
But if I had asked you to look deep inside of you in search for God who is your real help,
You most probably would not,
Cause all your life
You have been taught but to deny yourself!

W Wh ho os se e t te ea ar rs s a ar re e t th he es se e? ?
These are the tears of women
Whose children died in school uniforms,
Bloodbaths were norms,
We all mourned with moms
Who lost their daughters and sons
At the sounds of AKs and petrol bombs,
We all cried
yet I ask;
Whose tears are these?

Whose skins are torn,
Hearts and bones broken alike in abusive marriages,
Women whose children have gone
Loose in booze and substance abuse,
Women who carried babies in their wombs
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For a lengthy nine months
Only to deliver a stillborn in that maternity booth.

These are the tears of all unwanted HIV positive children,
Dumped in orphanage homes,
Grown in pity and rejection of their own immediate relatives,

Who are widowed,
Because their husbands were swallowed by goldmines
Buried alive!
Now for their daily bread they have to walk kilos
With budgets on their heads,
And that has become their daily lives.

A woman was created from a ribcage of a man,
Not because she was to make a mans life hard but
Because she was meant to protect a mans heart,
And a man named her a woman,
Not because she was to woo men but
Because she was a womb-man,
But these are the tears of women!

B Bu ur ri ie ed d i in n h ho on no ou ur r
My kids are the beautiful gifts I have got,
But being a poet is like a curse
Look at my daughter,
Daddy is not looking for a job
He is busy trying to get his words across the border.

My mothers wish was for me to become a farmer or a pharmacist but
Universities never treated me like a brother but like one with a wrong disease,
So I am here trying to put my life back in order,
I never knew I had it in me to be an author,
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Until after I wrote about life as a pauper,
Hardest ten years,
Dirty shirts,
Untidy hairs
Dreams were as blare as a foetus in a sonar,
In case I dont pull it thru altogether,
I just hope when I die I get buried in honour.

T Th he e b be el ll l i is s r ri in ng gi in ng g
The bell is ringing for us to come,
Neither our physical eyes nor ears can hear it,
Only our spiritual eyes and ears can hear it,
Its sound hurts like a thin hot needle in ones heart,
Hence its hard to raise hands high and give life to him.

I never knew my soul was hauling,
How could I have known if I didnt know it was fouling,
Trialling, trying sinless findings
But falling for sinful functions,
For all the sanctions I am living to know
Have made me grow.
Over all the lords I lived to bow,
They are trotting, trapping and
Ready to gow,
Their truth-hiding mission is part of their profession
That gains them rebuttable possessions
For the Lord is waiting for their confessions,
And they should now know,

The bell is ringing for them to come,
Neither their physical eyes nor ears can hear them,
Only their spiritual eyes and ears can hear it,
Its sound hurts like a thin hot needle in ones heart,
Hence its hard to raise hands high and give life to him.
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Live I confess for so many times the calling of Christ came into my life
I did not trust I refused
Not because I was confused
But excused because I used to
Not that I chose to,
But God is good
He would not let me miss his mercy to make a mess,
Even in the past when life was like a movie in the cast
The first thing from the rest He saved me,
He saved me from adultery,
Prostitution, unjust constitution
And gangstarism by evangelism
That saved many organisms.

I now bear the demolition powers
Over my shoulders and standing high to the sky
Like shiny towers surrounded by flowers after the heavy showers.

J Je es su us s c ch ho os se e m me e
Before the foundations of the earth,
The structuring of the sky and the scattering of the stars above,
Before my fathers mother gave birth to my father,
Before my mothers mother was even born to give birth to a daughter that mothered me,
Even before this little daughter to whom I am a father
Jesus chose me!

From a detestable walk of life,
Where unspeakable sins were sweeter than a beehive,
Beliefs got married to anger,
Adopted hatred and gave birth to murder,
Breastfed by the devil as he grew older
His dos became further colder than ever,
Preachers got thrown on stages
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In those ages people rose against saints together
Spilled their blood and ate their flesh in terror
To only say it made them feel better,
Its in this very same place that Jesus chose me
To speak to the lost souls locked in cells of human indignity,
Jailed in deliberate made prisons of hostility,
Mercilessly tortured by demonic forces beyond vicinity,
Crawling on floors in pain crying,
Peeing the free spirits through the crack holes,
But Gods word delivers two or three spirits in every household.

F Fr re ee es st ty yl le e
This young rap-stars
Group themselves into gangsters,
You will see them all dressed up
In what was previously known as Nica-bocas and Hipsters,
All coloured red, white and yellow,
Is it for respect or a mere symbol of brightness?
Let me tell you fellow;
No one will ever come with you to a real star
Even your own shadow,
Leaves you when you step into the darkness,
Witness my words break and enter into the stock market,
So much for supply and demand I am the new target,
You will always be behind
Like a wallet in my back pocket,
Truth hurts blood flows out of your eye sockets,
Damn its so scary!
Its like you have been beaten,
I carry the truth I have written
To the mike,
And like Steve Bantu Biko ~ I write what I like,
Had this been a facebook post,
I would still like what I write,
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You and I will never be the same,
You dream when you are sleeping
But my dreams dont give me a sleep,
I am the reflection of what you should have became
Get a clip?
My girl left me but she still rings,
She believes she was created from my rib
Well,
I dont know about that but
I do know people do come and go
Like Maponyane Marks in the PSL go-man-go,
I have seen and heard poets perform before,
But I swear they will always suffer lyrical embarrassment I dont get arrested for,
Simply because it has nothing to do with harassment they want me arrested for,
Seriously,
I wish they could wake up and smell roses,
Lately,
I feel like I am the new Moses,
I have been to the mountain top many times only for commandments,
Up there heaven landed me a handful of alphabets,
Those that formed the bible you see,
I dont know why me if you asked
But its probably because I didnt finish my matric with ABET,
For the record I did well on Julia Caesar
Animal Farm and Hamlet.
Unlike Limpopo text book riddles,
These tablets were delivered to me handy
By Haile Selassie the king and prophet Mahomed
On that hill,
The ill,
Those that need to heal,
Come kneel in my shadow,
Its called phomo-eclipse,
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Put on your specs and have a better glimpse.

M Mu ur rd de er r o of f J Je es su us s
The veil is removed,
My voice is heard in the holy of holies,
I have been evicted from the worlds deceptions and follies,
My way to heaven is approved.
I stand here in prayer for my foes,
Friends and hommies,
I am in my new immortal body
My soul is hell proved.

I am standing on the stars that fell at Jesus death,
Holding thunder and lightning to the heads of the demons that turned Jesus into a curse,
I make rain,
I hold keys to the heavenly geysers,
My storeroom is filled with needles and scissors,
I have been mandated to bring pain to these witches and wizards,
I refuse to quit in spite of nonbelievers and teasers,
I personally will forever stand a witness to the murder of Jesus.

Y Yo ou u a ar re e s so o k ki in nd d
I cant go forth and leave you behind,
Because life is too real I cant press rewind,
Come with me if you dont mind,
There is so much on our way to find,
In case you forgot how special you are to someone,
Revisit this poem for a remind.

I I m mi is ss s y yo ou u
I think about you more than i forget,
Its like I have your kisses in my every pocket,
When I look in the mirror
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I see your name engraved on my eye sockets,
Until I am taken in a casket,
I will love you with a love as high as a war rocket.

H He el ll lo o t to o y yo ou u
The woman that makes my heart skip,
It is as though you were created from my very rib,
You are perfect from the sole of your feet
Through your hip to your very hair tip,
If i found you even in my sleep,
I swear you would not escape my grip,
Just saying hello!

B Be ef fo or re e y yo ou u c ca am me e
Before you came,
I was only a male with a name,
Life was in wonder without aim
Before you came,
I understand you went through shame,
I am here to relief your pain
But I would not do it until after you came

I I a am m s so or rr ry y
I know I should not have left,
So as to avoid that body being prone to theft,
Take it not from my mouth but my chest,
I want to go neither to the right nor to the left,
With you I am home where I rest,
You are to me the best
And I am going to keep my promise and put you first,
Please forgive me before we change the concept,
I love you and that is a fact.

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F Fo or r o on nc ce e
You say you want to give it another try,
Well I will not ask you why,
Cause life comes once and we die,
Until we meet in the sky,
Keep quite do not cry,
Let us have this braai for once.

T Ti im me e d do oe es s n no ot t e ex xi is st t
One night I was taken up to heaven in my sleep,
God put me on His lap,
I watched as past
Present and future overlapped,
My past was then brought to me covered in what looked like a gift-wrap,
She opened her mouth and said to me;

Underneath these kneecaps are open fractures,
For I have been kneeling here for long
Praying for you to find greener pastures,
My body became a sinking ship in the ocean of my own tears,
All the while you were sipping on Stout,
Reds and Hansa,
Playing street psypher,
Rolling with hooligans
And blazing trees with rastas.
Forgive me but I was hoping you would recreate your life in new structures,
I am your past,
Look at the holes on my back,
Everyone that judges you puts a finger on me
Yet I made you who you are,
I am the combination of your thoughts and realities,
Your experiences made my very arteries,
This complexion is made of complexities of your own perspectives,
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In my womb I carry the echoes of your weeping,
Everything that you have been through is not void,
I want you to look back and like what you see,
Everything is subject to change but I am not,
I will never move past
But will always be behind you
Because I am your past and that will change not

As she spoke she disappeared in the smoke of the dead moments,
I heard skeletons rattle seconds by seconds,
I looked once more on the wrist of the arm holding me
And I realized in the clock of God,
Time does not exist!

D Di it ts sh he ep pi is so o
Fifing la bonka ntjana
Ke na be ke dutse majwana,
Kgoro di kwalehile eka hola ke ntlwana-tshwana,
Tsatsi ha le ropoha tsullung tsa dithaba
Le tjhaba ditjhaba di thaba,
Ke tjamelana le diphephetso,
Moya wa ka o idibanngwa ke bohloko ba kganyetso,
Ke hoa ho wena Modimo wa diqalo le dipheletso,
Hobane ditshepiso tsa hao lefatshe le di fetotse thetso.

K Ke e s si ik ki il lw we e k ke e J Je es so o
Mekgoro e na be e le teng kgweding,
Kgweding mekgoro e na be e le teng
E ruletswe ka matlalo a kganyapa tsa matsha,
E le a kgale le a matjha,
Madi a bahale a hlatswa ke medupi ya dipula Mafikeng a dithaba
Ka kgitla le ka masa,
Tshifeng tsa masapo a dinatla
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Thato di okolwa ka mahata a bana ba masea
A maqheku le a batjha,
Nna phephetso di ka ntika tsa mpakela
Hohle moo ke yang mantswe a ka a ntatela,
Fapanong sa ka a nthatela,
Hofihlela lefu le ngetela le ba le ntsetela,
Ke sekilwe ke Jeso ke dutse ho ena.

Akofa o sikare morena
Hoba tsela ya sefapano e dikgetshe ke a wela,
Dilomo di butse melomo ho mmetsa empa haele mona ke sa hema
Ke ka wena.
Ke tsholletse meokgo ya ka letsheng la hao la mehauhelo,
O tle o nkgopole ha ke hlaselwa ka pele le ha e le ka morao,
Ke hlajwa ka tsenene e ntjhotjho sa ntlha ya lemao,
Morena o utlwe seboko sa mora hao.
Ke sikilwe ke Jeso ke dutse ho ena.

L Le eb bi it ts so o l la a h ha ae e k ke e J Je es so o
Maqhubung a dinoka tse jang ditlhokwa,
Nqa Bophirima ho nahathote e arohantseng lefu le bophelo,
Kgutlong sa kgateane ya takatso tsa pelo tsa banna le basadi
Mosikong wa thaba ya boikaketsi,
Mahaheng a matsho thakong tsa mona le mohono
Moo ke nabeng ke dutse ka boiketlo ke ithathika le metse,
Mohau wa hae wa mphihlela,
Lebitso la hae ke Jeso!

Pusong ya kgalefo sehlekehlekeng sa tselakgopo,
Bokgabane ba bonolo ba hae ba kgelekgetha le mmele
Ba nkapesa kgutso le kgotso,
Mantswe a tswang molomong wa hae ya eba pako
Thuto le pako ho nna,
A nketsa mohlabani jwale patlelong la ntwa ka ema ka hlaba bohlasa,
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Metopeng e mmeleng wa hae ka fumana phodiso,
Tlhatsuo ya dibe tsa ka ya tswa lehlakoreng la hae tshollong ya madi,
Mofapahlooho wa hae jwale wa nketsa morui,
Ke ka hoo kgorong tsa motse ke sa le sebohodi le kajeno
Tjhe ha se moholehuwa ke morenaka,

O file babolai mokokotlo wa hae ntle le ho honotha
Le ha e le ho ala leleme phate,
A nehela ka marama a hae ho ba mo tsomulang ditedu
A dutla madi a ba mofubedu,
Tshobotsi ya hae ya senngwa
A hloka sebopeho
Ho isa ho a lefu makgathe,
Ha a ka a baleisa sefahleho
Ho bohle ba mo tshwelang ka mathe,
Oh! Motho wa matshwenyeho Kgolkgotha!

Eitse ha e mo shadima tlhaho yohle ya nyaroha
Tempele ya hahoha ha ho thakgiswa ena thakgisa,
Metheo ya lefatshe ya tetema,
Tsatsi la fiifala
Fatshe la hloka lebone
Naledi tsa ritsa,
Tswelang kantle le bone dihele di nyokgolohile,
Bafu ke baphidi,
Majwe a ribolotswe,
Topo di fetohile leshokgwa mpeng tsa mabitla,
Ba neng ba shwele ba a phela
Le ha ba sa hlole ba iphelela
Ba mpa ba phelela a ileng a shwa
A ba a tsoha bakeng sa bona,
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Lebitso la ha eke Jeso!

Ntswe la hae le fihlelletse metse le metsana,
Dithako le masupi,
Didiba le dikwetsa
Mahodiotswana le mahodi,
Ntswe la hae le fihlelletse dinoka le dinokana,
Diqhobo le diqhobosheane,
Kgwedi,
Selemela le mphatlalatsane,
Maru,
Pula le mookodi,
Le fihlelletse dihlaba,
Meraka,
Mahaha le masabasaba,
Dipalesa le meutlwa,
Leifo le kaletsa,
Lerole,
Sefako le mohoodi!

Ha ho moo ntswe la hae le sa kang la utluwa ha a meketsa are;
Hlwekisang tsela tsa morena le lokise mebila ya hae,
O a tla morena wa marena
Lejwe le neng le lahwe ke diahi kgale
Lefika la mengwana,
Qhobosheane ya ba llang
Wa pele le wa morao hooho ya dibopua tsohle
Ha a balllwe mengwaha,
Hlomela la ntlo ya Jesse,
Ena a leng haufi-ufi le pelo tse robehileng
Ya ba ithoballetseng thakangwaha,
Lentswe leo popo yohle e entsweng ka lona

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Fadimehelang dinako
Etswe ha ho mang kapa mang a tsebang letsatsi le hora,
O a tla monga lesaka o tlotla kena ka monyako,
Mahlo ohle a tla mmona
Mme ba mo hlabileng;
Ba tla ja nama ya bona
Ba phuphure masapo a bona
Ba habole phuleng ya madi a bona
Ba tahwe jwalo ka haeka ba tahilwe ke veini,
Jwalo ka ha e le monyadi ba mo hladileng;
Hodimo la bona le tla ba jwalo ka tshepe,
Fatshe la bona le be jwalo ka koporo,
Ho tla rongwelwa dibata tsa naha
Ho harola bara le baradi ba bona,
Topo tsa bona di tla tjheswa
Nqa e le nngwe mmoho le tsa medingwana ya bona
Eo ba sa kang ba phetsa ho e kgumamela,
Akofang le lokise kodi ya malla,
Le itelele e le lona le bana ba lona,
O a tla morena wa marena
O tlo tla hlahisa tlokotsi ya se kene mmusong hwa ba nang le maruo,
Mohlang oo lehlwa le fetoha sebabole
Pula e tla na ka marumo,
O a tla o palame koloi ya mollo
O pepile lehadima,
Tsolo le kgonya kgafetsa mahlakoreng a hae,
Botho la manyeloi le mo setse morao,
Bonang ya neng a tlile pele jwalo ka mofo
Kgatheng lena o tlile ka borena,

Tlong ho Jeso
Le tle ka pele ntswe la hae le supa tsela
Le ena o teng ka sebele,
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Lona bohle ba lwanneng ntwa e ntle ya tumelo,
Le nnile la mamella ho tujwa le ho kgojwa ho fihla nakong ena ya bofelo,
La apara hlomo tsa lona tsa moya
Maotong la rwala mafolofolo a ya kgotso efangedi,
La itlama matheka ka senyepa sa nnete la etsa ka matla la ipha sebete,
La haola le metse la kolobetsa badumedi,
La jara ho loka ka sefuba
La rwala heleme ya pholoso,
Tsohong le leng la tshwara lentswe e le sabole
Ha ka ho le leng le tshwere thebe e le tumelo.

Atamelang jwale le phumulwe dikeledi,
Etswe motse oo re o hlolohetsweng re se re o bona pejana,
Le ha maranyana a sa le teng
O se o hlaile o a kganya,
Batlang Jehovah a sa fumanwa
Mmitseng a sa le haufi,
Bolokang ntswe la hae pelong tsa lona le tle le seke la mo sitelwa,
Hoba le ka tshwana la amohela manyeloi a Modimo,
Amohelang baeti,
Se beng bautlwi feela ba lentswe
E bang baetsi,
O a tla morena wa marena,

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