Treasure Island

Siyabonga A Nxumalo

(South Africa)

My People


Beauty is in the
Faces of my people,
When smiling in peace.
Enjoying light african showers,
When those raindrops
Tastes as sweet as honey,
In their mouths.

Beauty is in the voices
Of my people.
When shouting and murmurs
With hope and happiness.
When singing together in happiness.
When no one is greedy,
When insurbodination and discrimination
Is history.
Where everyone support togetherness.

Beauty is in the hands
Of my people.
When helping each other,
When my people embrace each other.
When retaliation does not exist.
Where natural spleandour calls
Everyone to happiness.

My people belive in
Coming, Working and Keeping
Together, when they support
MASAKHANE.
When they all care together
Regardless of races.

Beauty is in the
Hearts of my people,
When giving unconditional love.

Beauty is when
My people are free.
Beauty is when
My people are together as one.

Submitted: Thursday, November 17, 2011
Edited: Saturday, November 19, 2011

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  • Victoria Gauci (1/21/2012 7:58:00 PM)

    Outstanding. Beauty is in how much you love your country and your people. I admire your passion. (Report) Reply

  • (De Va) (1/10/2012 4:56:00 PM)

    Beauty is when I read your soul upon the pallet of your artistic creations...grins....love it.. (Report) Reply

  • Kara Towe (12/1/2011 5:29:00 PM)

    What a glorious poem, what humanity, great love, joy. God bless you for your truth and for sharing your beautiful heart. My People is a triumph! (Report) Reply

  • Ramesh Rai (11/28/2011 11:24:00 PM)

    xlent write my frnd.Africa from where our great leader started his movement from Africa, the great continent. if God desires i shall visit also your continent. congr. (Report) Reply

  • Terence George Craddock (11/24/2011 7:54:00 PM)

    Beauty is in the
    Faces of my people,
    When smiling in peace.
    Enjoying light african showers,
    When those raindrops
    Tastes as sweet as honey,
    In their mouths.....

    Beauty is in the voices

    Beauty is in the
    Hearts of my people,
    When giving unconditional love.

    Beauty is when
    My people are free.
    Beauty is when
    My people are together as one.

    The importance of this poem continues with the wisdom, of the insightful observations and statements, made in the main body of this poem; so beautifully enclosed within the opening and closing stanzas. This wisdom this beauty, applies to all people, who embrace love and the rewards of love. (Report) Reply

  • Eric Cockrell (11/23/2011 6:08:00 PM)

    awesome poetry... and an awesome way of life... only unconditional love can change the world! (Report) Reply

  • Jacqui Broad (11/19/2011 12:15:00 PM)

    A beautiful poem for all people. A great wish for change. Uniting all races, cultures, etc. In the end we were all created by Nkosi. (Report) Reply

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