Once again welcome to the LB zone. Today we present to you’re a wordsmith whom people admire for his music production abilities as well as his music as a hip hop head. But today it is his poetry side that we present; the poem that follows is T-Mac is own work which is yet to be published under the Poets Paradise Male Poets project 2010, a Weekly Mail newspaper project through its Poets Paradise column.
By Thulo “t-Mac Monyake
Sweeter the juice the more innocent the child is,
The darker the mood the more tensely ring the violins’ Strings playing melodies of heartfelt sorrows
Harmonies, they hum on their knees for tomorrow.
‘Cause yesterday came but then
refused to pass Halting while
haunting people with images of the past.
Today, it seems that a week has gone by
But I suffer no momentary silence I just cry.
I’m heavy on the inner,
though the heavy weight of that sinner
Was lifted off of me, just before the serving of dinner Appetisers dessert,
the sweet soup of a kinder
Joy lucky packet toys for this un- coy mister
Shy away as his is a bigger void.
So once again when the army soldiers deploy
From enemy camps and his own armies destroyed
Songs of sadness like the blues become
an anthem Society says gospels all that they can hand him.
A child bruised right from the soul like from a phantom,
Made scab in a war that nobody can fathom.
See what they do not see, is the bruises hit the spirit
And little by little by bloody little gets to his limit!
So who’s with it? I ask and so do you
But we all in it we just fail to see the truth,
Kids work through the pain and aches when eyes are blue,
As society frowns on the weak and those of you,
Who expose scum in family, friends in adulthood
Who shine light on the dirt in overcoats
and under hoods
Who hold each other down and
touch blood like it aint good
But cover for their lovers when killing our child hood!
Say it’s for the better; say it can never come out
Say it would tarnish the family;
say it with their own mouths
Say we’ll be fine they see nothing,
say what’s that about Say we liars,
say it aint true without a doubt,
I say how you gone act like this is something you don’t notice,
I say EF it! You just scared to speak out you lack focus EF it!
You afraid to be judged and you know this! EF it!
So you let it pass and it erodes kids…..
The worlds only as bad as people make it.
Yeah God’s way seems hard seems hard
but it’s only cause people fake it.
See many of the men that apparently seem to take it
Serious are the ones that are first to bleed and
break So… savour the future and tutor our seedlings
Educate them on how to guard their inner being
Guide them through the dark of the world
don’t judge their sinning
But cleanse it with the loving of God,
and spirit healing.
Many children exposed to violence at tender ages
It becomes a part of them and
they grow further to taste it
Then feed it to the next generation
starting a cycle It just gets more twisted long as peoples’ minds idle.