

I speak for those who cantI speak for those who cant defend themselves. Those mothers being raped, fathers murdered and children abducted.I speak for those who cant
I speak to those who are slaves addicts. Those who are on crystal math, coke, and ecstasy, those who smoke and those who drink.
I speak for those who are too scared to speak for themselves. Those abused boys and girls and those terrorized fathers and mothers.
I speak for those who cant speak, the mutes, and the none linguals, know that yours are the words that will save the planet.
I speak to those who died so I could live. The hector Peterson’s, the Steve Biko’s and th


The daisy ChainAs days interconnect forming a long trail of memories,The daisy Chain
The image of your smile keeps me forever going. I wish I could pull back the daisy chain of life,
And turn back the hands of time,
To where I can hold you and tell you I love you.
Our life is full of broken dreams, As we work hard to paint the future into what we crave. Sooner or later we are bound to strike gold, But I often pray that we shouldn’t be too late. To enjoy our youth and spill away our innocence,
On the ever changing emotional pleasures.
Where you and I can from is far to speak of, Many


Who am IWho am I
I am called by many names, some call me Sir some Mister, but who am I? I live and learn with everyone else,
Those who like me call me friend,
those who hate me call me foe, But who am I?
I hail from the arid regions of Africa.
Some see me as a slave a subject,
Some as their leader, But who am I?
I have nothing to show for my existence in this world, Except the scars of time tattooed on my skin, Many know me by my scars, My labels, my badges, But who am I?
I wish