Everywhere men are wanderers
Africa is da destination.
Hold no to sorrow.
Pick self, gather up to destination;
...
Twisting the sun,
and pushing her against horizons
to denounce day
and shout loud come to an undecided night.
...
You have pushed the sun
to fall over the cliff,
Love to fickle,
And pulled down stars
...
How amazing thee so wound!
Healing as if not cut so deep inside thee.
Thee thou meekest, thou tenderest, thou softeth, thou beauty,
...
It's not like yesterday,
When the sun refused to shine
And nature's undergrowth
denied hello to the sun
...
Go yeah worthless man,
Go yeah, far near worthless man;
Go yeah to the anthill - and even ants won't greet and notice you!
Go yeah to the graveyard - and even graves will reject you!
...
the moon has decayed,
the sun is ashamed,
what left?
the fallen glory
...
Hope is suspicious
Flagging and spreading her wings like a dove,
That freedom shall be when dead.
The Eagles have queried shall men develop wings when they die?
...
The noon was angry
in mood swings
flying to and fro
like a pendulum
...
Cecil Jones Myontela known as Chenjerai Mhondera among his legion of fans, readers and fellow writers is a POET, novelist, author, scriptwriter, actor, performing POET, songwriter and sometimes comedian. Believed to born in the East and is a citizen of the World. He is the author HURRICANE TO THE WORLD, HURRICANE TORTURES OF NOW, MANIFESTO#ANTHOLOGY OF PEACE, ENCYCLOPEDIA OF CONSCIENCE, A CASE OF LOVE AND HATE, MASASI ACHINOZ (CHINOTIMBA JOKES) and many others in the field. His works appear in over twenty publications; anthologies, online magazines, journals and blogs.)
Walk Da People
Everywhere men are wanderers
Africa is da destination.
Hold no to sorrow.
Pick self, gather up to destination;
Destination is through revolution,
You walk to the hilltop,
You see we are one people;
From ancient tribes
To modern man;
Every government is illegal
Except she that holds supreme
Dignity of mankind;
The black and white hair equal,
And ride man not down to the valley of sorrow;
No coronation of man is better than coronation men and nation;
To the sound of humanity,
Men live by revelation;
Do not shy when they say there is no tomorrow,
Stand up and save tomorrow
To eat da bread of tomorrow.
There is no straightforwardness
In eyes of the oppressor;
Man who control no power pressed down
Like seeds from the weaver and wine-presser;
There is no life for da seed
Except for one who get oil from seed's tears.
Good men never rule da people;
Movement walks da people;
From Babylon to da land far away;
Da land of da people.
You wanna live in da city,
Where you are always a stranger;
That is if you are an artist to da heart;
Some might call you possessed,
But you have gotta to believe in yourself
That even mad man is a unique man;
If your heart says go, you have gotta to follow it;
Your heart is no runaway advice;
Da right, man live is treasure man find in his heart.
You have gotta not to say no to your salvation
For good to win over evil -
Even as evil flood everywhere, right is no a slave;
Stand and say right to right;
You gonna die in da course,
But right, die no with you on da day;
Right, lives on;
Right has a cause;
Right's determination.
You gonna chop it like wood,
And bury it in soil like man in a grave,
But right, rise
And germinate into a giant seed
To speak to all humanity
That evil is triviality and vanity
To see no eternity
Absurdity is the mother of all invention.
In this world, no one can positively be identified as a born-free... I believe and I am convicted in such a belief that the term born-free was a victim to coincide with terminological inexactitude.
The idea of and or behind writing is to write, write and write... No one has ever written with a sense of wanting to communicate, except that when you write you communicate.
To escape death, bind your soul to your work.
The nonsense I am is the worth I am.
Morality is reasoning, and immorality is reality.
Morality is reasoning, and immorality is reality.
To achieve in this world, sometimes be a fool but be always wise (vigilant) .
There is no treasure in a mind that does not seek to discover itself.
There is no rivalry in good sportsmanship.
Man's strength and true self is defined during those times when he is denied his freedom.