My Inner Shaka Poem by kwane Lamb

Watered eyes and wings…
I remember that…Chaka…
Lives within us all…

Separated by the Ocean…
Yet…not separated at all…
Many years have gone pass…

Yet I still last…
From the scars on my back…
Sleeping in a ships sack…
Let freedom…ring…
And yet…my soul still sings…

The past I see very well…
Living in today’s hell…
My flying wings swell…

While being jailed…
Seeking to derail…
That crazy, crazy tale…
Watered eyes…

Read and I learn…
Flying high and not…
Forgetting…
While forgiving…

Our world is under the sky…
We all know history…lie…
Not to let many fly…
Is that the reason…why…

Women cry out…
Because there is…less…
A man…
Doing what he can…

Not reading or learning…
To fly in the blue of heaven…
Seeking that wrong…
Destructable…life style…

Dying alone country mile…
Lacking remorse…
Smiling without a clue…

Wake up brother…
I speak of YOU…


Whisperkwane
swtlamb@yahoo.com