Heavy cargo over my shoulders.
Long journey accompanying my feet.
impatient bing bang from my heart beat
The shadow of death embrace my life.
To the valleys of enger I nail my oppont to wilt
For they curse my victories an insult my success.
To the deepest and shallow steeps I pierce
In Sunny and cloudy weather I travel to despense my manhood.
In green and grassy veld I dive an chunkle .
In deep dark dames and lakes I sink and sing indeed
I have visualize wors than present.
I tune pavavotti n the present of the rolling thunder.
I adapt my map from the sharp strick of the lightning.
To the highest peak I yell 'Emancipation'.
For I am a lonly ant in my nest.
I the fugitive these creatures want to creminate my spirit.
In dry soil I dance and deny drought for my brain are fertile.
In extremely velocity I chase my dream and avoid kwashiorkor.
I'm heading to Kennan leaving Egypt but cycling in Africa
I am a Vendor of humanity to black, brown, pink, green.
I change conscious.
I an a warrior call me the rebel I vandalize the factories of brutality.
I am a commander of US Navy and General of Russian defense force.
I am a great tree of Africa. I gave birth to zillions creatures today they
Splot my elimination.
This mountains speak my tongues I crawl to walk.
These camels perform snaco moves to proclaim
Their credibility of breathed in my sphere.
These curves back demonstrate the home of Africa can be.
I'm bare footed in the mountains of KwaZulu Natal.
I sprint in dry soil of Lagos and took my medals in the thorn land of Lilongwe
I recite my thought in deepest waterfalls of Harare.
I perish for my soul but pitch for my dignity
For at the beginning this was my nest but today a cemetery
Blood on our pathways brain scattered in wagons
Decoration this nature with tombstones and boasting to the sun
With fashionable Caskets.
So I am a fugitive i sprint for my existence but chasing the wealthy of my forefathers
By: Cebo Mkhize