FLOWERS OF HATRED

“FLOWERS OF HATRED”

A poem by Raselebeli “Magic” Khotseng

You demon corrupters bayed for Tafari’s head

How your murderous hands beheaded Bambatha and assassinated Lumumba

The spirit of the great warrior of Congo shall one day rise like a seed under a cut-off tree

When killers and lifesavers emerge like flowers blossoming during summertime

Crocodiles fertilizing African soil with blood are killers whom history doesn’t embrace but talk about

Moshoeshoe our lifesaver never be voted to his kingship but laid the foundation of our future without bloodshed

So behold! You criminals of war that flowers of hatred will blossom for all your things done to us

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At the door of my heart hangs a memory of martyrs

Vanished under Vorster and persecuted by Smith in Zimbabwe

Till now Africa is free but images of colonialism still exist

Its masters placed government on us whilst occupied the land and its resources

To labour and feed children of theirs

For theirs is to accumulate resources and condemned God-given rights

Resourcing UNITA and RENAMO to butcher our people in Angola and Mozambique

No wonder, Mugabe dispossessed them as they failed to honour Lancaster House Agreement

‘Cos their preaching is a plot to penetrate our wealth

In a stillness of my heart I witnessed them perpetuating civil wars in Congo, Burundi

Where dispossessed eyes possess pools of tears

Weeping for you Africa my son, Africa my beginning

They long for the day when God transform beasts to human beings

Whipping their military juntas with terrible lashes from Cape to Cairo

That day no more tears shall shed again as they feel flowers of hatred


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Spirit of Nyerere rescue Africa from becoming a European province

Pump our hearts with spirit of awakening that makes us not to remain silent like stones

Rather take a bull by its horn and bring it down as we bring peace with no fear

Peace in the hands of those deceived the world in pursuit of colonization of Iraq

Their military generals turned holy city a battlefield with sophisticated machinery

When nobody unearthed weapons of mass destruction

O’Godlike serpents when you’ll be subjected to tribunal treatment along with Israel and its Zionism

But the moment you realize that the fall of twin-towers is the reminder of Hiroshima bombardment

That’s when flowers of hatred will blossom for all things done to us

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It's far from where we came

From slave trade to being named terrorists by those who delayed our freedom

Refused to impose sanctions to our persecutors

From a soothing lullaby of slave song “Kumba ya my Lord”

Kumbaya! Neither Obama is grey but remains a clone to Bush

Replacing Reagan like mosquitoes relieving house flies from a day shift

Nor mists and clouds moving the same direction to the east

A direction leads to Red Sea where creators of imperialism reign

The imperialistic agenda made them three-in-one like Aquafresh

In them flowers of hatred will blossom for all things done to us.