Niki Nicholas Nkuna Poems

What’s said by poor Johnny receives all kinds of hot and cold air
Same like his deeds, receives all kinds of hot and cold air
Poor Johnny, can’t see the faces in all their various masks
Flailing hands but big bodies whose frame protrudes by the sides of the tree trunk
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In the comfort seat of work I enjoy love and respect
I’m welcome in the society as a normal person
That’s what I will strive for if it means congruency
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I have had stories told,
The ones that hit the target and those that missed the target
So raw are those that hit the target in the mist of the row whose story is never told
Except when the power is sunk to the earth
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Far from coming is the day waited anxiously with little minds
So high was the announcement that almost touched the sky
High expectation of the dawn of the day
Changed the atmosphere to that of graciousness
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Sitting on a pedestal
Smiling to himself
Believing that he’s taken Jesus’s crown
All roads pass by him, he believes,
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We know that there’s going to be rain one day or some day
We never built any shelter or bought umbrellas
We know that it is going to be hot one day or some day
We never stored water in the refrigerator, bought cool drinks,
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I may look blue in the face
Look green, red, white or black close and low down up,
The far side hidden in you that you don’t know,
That you may like or dislike
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Sleeves rolled up
Sweat streaming down my brow
Worry about the inclement weather the last thing on my mind
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Where were you when blacks in SA were forced to carry an identity document called Dompass?
Wherever they go, in their wake and sleep, always ready for the knock of the Apartheid hand!
Where were you when the laws of this country were stacked so high against the invisible black race?
Where were you when there were two doors leading into a shop, one for whites and the other for blacks?
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Talking high voltage dares for stars to shine or dim
The flick of the flame cry for the noise to subside
So that the water can sunk whilst the birds are singing
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