Sounds of Soweto (http://whgbetc.com/oldsoul/soundsofsoweto.htm)

And what kinds of poems can be written
About the state of Afrikan people
In the world
Without the taste of violence
Without the sense of outrage?
What rosy words
Can be phrased that will soothe away the murders of
Hundreds and hundreds of young Afrikan students?
What romantic verses can be fashioned to remove
the sting of teargas
the pain of riot sticks
the crunch of a ten year old’s legs
being run over by military vehicles?
What pious semantics will stop
The rivers of blood that flow from south west township?
And where are outraged liberals for this carnage
This combination Hiroshima/Vietnam/Final solution?
And how come in my lifetime there’s been
This genocide/this systematic extermination
Of my people that hardly anyone notices?
Was it like this in the great white wars to end all wars
When millions were pogromed, gassed &
Made into lampshades
For the real estates brokers of europe?
Was it like this in that great white version of
How the west was discovered and stolen
And made into america by those murdering hordes of
Thugs, thieves, perverts and outcasts?
It was like this when boy scouts
Were sent to destroy the Viet people
When they were sent to
Blow up, shoot up, burn up babies
Sent to rape, pillage and plunder
In a war that has not ended
Even though the soldiers have come home
It must have been like this when Sharpesville happened
When bombingham happened
When a thousand other massacres happened
Which most of us know little about because
We try not to know there’s a war going on
And we are the enemy wherever we are.
So to my critics who say I should write poems
About the state of Afrikan people which aren’t
So outrageous and violent sounding
I say, take me somewhere on this planet
Where my Black a55 is not a target
And maybe then
I’ll be able to write some words about the sounds of peace.

--©1981/hlr/mcc (http://whgbetc.com/oldsoul/soundsofsoweto.htm)--

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Whoa!

Tell it Brother Oldsoul!
Tell it in a way they can feel it!
Tell it in a way they will know it!
Tell it so they can hear it!

Cause if they don't see it, i guess they never will!

:heart:

You write what you feel, and your words made us feel the horror oldsoul. Flow on as you see fit.

man drop dat knowledge on us cause i can feel it fo real do it like u know bruh !

Sounds of Soweto

And what kinds of poems can be written
About the state of Afrikan people
In the world
Without the taste of violence
Without the sense of outrage?
What rosy words
Can be phrased that will soothe away the murders of
Hundreds and hundreds of young Afrikan students?
What romantic verses can be fashioned to remove
the sting of teargas
the pain of riot sticks
the crunch of a ten year old’s legs
being run over by military vehicles?
What pious semantics will stop
The rivers of blood that flow from south west township?
And where are outraged liberals for this carnage
This combination Hiroshima/Vietnam/Final solution?
And how come in my lifetime there’s been
This genocide/this systematic extermination
Of my people that hardly anyone notices?
Was it like this in the great white wars to end all wars
When millions were pogromed, gassed &
Made into lampshades
For the real estates brokers of europe?
Was it like this in that great white version of
How the west was discovered and stolen
And made into america by those murdering hordes of
Thugs, thieves, perverts and outcasts?
It was like this when boy scouts
Were sent to destroy the Viet people
When they were sent to
Blow up, shoot up, burn up babies
Sent to rape, pillage and plunder
In a war that has not ended
Even though the soldiers have come home
It must have been like this when Sharpesville happened
When bombingham happened
When a thousand other massacres happened
Which most of us know little about because
We try not to know there’s a war going on
And we are the enemy wherever we are.
So to my critics who say I should write poems
About the state of Afrikan people which aren’t
So outrageous and violent sounding
I say, take me somewhere on this planet
Where my Black a55 is not a target
And maybe then
I’ll be able to write some words about the sounds of peace.

--©1981/hlr/mcc (http://whgbetc.com/soundsofsoweto.htm)--

I usually flow with your pieces ..in one way or another,
but...
There's not a single thing in this one, that you didn't cover.
It's quite amazing how both your hind and foresight is in sync,
As to how ...our babies going out in a blink!
:bowdown: Awesome piece poet :bowdown:

y'all better listen ya heard !!! this was tyte

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