Dickson Mseti is a Tanzanian born to challenge the critics, when he was young he had to endure the negativity against himself and external forces. To become a poet was something and to become someone was another thing, The challenge of being a poet is, you don't choose to become but only the poems chooses you, that's when he came to realize that there is no point of becoming someone. all is nothing all but all the world is, the heat of a heart is in its strength to adopt the meaning. That is what he is today. TRYING TO GRASP AND ADOPT THE MEANING more »
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DICKSON MSETI Poems
HEAR THE CHILDREN CRYING.
I can hear their voices, listen carefully you'll here them too, be attentive, you can feel their pain, but don't just sit there to observe their tears.
So good being a happy kid, playing with your kit, even producing sound in a pot, when the country's in peace actually.
A FOOL OF LOVE
I have to say before I die, I saw a dropp of water under my knee, I looked at it and to the sky, I thought it came from the sky,
AM IN LOVE.
ooh people this is it, i, v found that wonderful beat, now it's lucky i stay tight,
Intelligence of a human, critical thinking of a man, great thinking of a politician, have turned this holy World into hell.
It’s a source of revenge, Master of destruction, It brings separation, Encourage discrimination,
I'LL BE BACK MAMA.
I left you lying on the floor, slowly i started to crow, and i kept my steps very low, decided to leave my home.
Forgive us God
God is great, When we achieve, God is great, When we succeed,
POETS IN DANGER
While i was on stage, I received a wonderful message, long enough as a passage, saying that poets/poetess in danger.
OOH AT LAST
memories are poisons, if they over lead your brain, yet they are prisons, with the floor rotten.
CAN YOU BE MY FRIEND PLEASE, AND MAKE MY MIND AT EASE, FOR MY POEMS TO ADVERTISE, TO GROW OURSELVES AS WISE,
THERE'S A TIME
When life is timeless, Love is loveless, life feels like lifeless, everything become useless.
Hallo, do you hear me? yes me the other side of the internet, don't ask why am i calling, i just want to know if you're listening,
I HATE YOU 'hate'
my tears are flowing like a rain, when am trying to catch that love train, my feet fails to move as they feel pain, through the bad memories existing in my brain.
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HEAR THE CHILDREN CRYING.
I can hear their voices,
listen carefully you'll here them too,
be attentive, you can feel their pain,
but don't just sit there to observe their tears.
just move move your eyes here and there,
you'll hear them around the world,
move your eyes to middle east,
take them to Iraq and Afghanistan,
don't end up there,
go and have a rest in Africa,
If you have strength,
just go around and observe,
A Son of Somali land starving,
A Daughter of Sudan land dying,
Twelve years old girl of Congo raped,
Ooh! just their sound of ...