Seeds Of Today Are Flowers Of Tomorrow - Poem by zimi Nakeni
Seeds of today are flowers of tomorrow
Oh plant fellow Africans.
Oh plant to take away this pain and sorrow,
That is cursing our nation,
Destroying god’s plantation.
To the all mighty we are all good vegetation,
Why is the devil feeding us temptation.
Oh plant brothers and sisters oh plant.
The actions that you take today will always be the ones to choose you a way.
Poverty on its own is an attack to demoralize a black man’s mind.
Killing the thoughts with violent attacks, silently it happens with no sound yet invisible destroying anything in its way.
Oh plant kings and queens oh plant.
Plant as bob Marley did, what about Marcus Garvey or Steve biko.
A legacy they left for you to keep the fire burning.
Tools to free yourself from mental slavery.
Do n’t expect to receive fortune in a delivery.
Work hard and sweat shall fall before your reward follows.
Plant sons and daughters oh plant.
Killing each other is not a solution.
Guns, knives, liquor and drugs are a huge distraction,
That collapses the nation.
The struggle is still on as long as the rich society walks superior in our fathers land.
While we have nothing in our hand.
Oh plant children of Africa oh plant.
they show lack of respect and appreciation while driving their Mercedes Benz floating with their bmws rocking with super fast jaguars and lexus passing you hungry day and night.
oh plant child of the soil oh plant.
new colonisation must have taken over,
as the spread of babylon system is all over.
why do you fear your own brother and sister,
Why hate your own father and mother.
You must be living in the rat race.
Where no truth is the truth and lies are lies.
What I see is that when the cat is away the mice play.
Oh plant nations and generations oh plant.
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