YOUNG AFRICAN POETS

                     Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow.   There are two days in every week   that we should not worry about,   two days that should be kept free from fear and apprehension.   One is yesterday, with its mistakes and cares,   its faults and blunders, its aches and pains. Yesterday has passed, forever beyond our control.   All the money in the world cannot bring back yesterday. We cannot undo a single act we performed. Nor can we erase a single word we've said - yesterday is gone!   The other day we shouldn't worry about is tomorrow, with its impossible adversaries, its burden, its hopeful promise and poor performance. Tomorrow is beyond our control.   Tomorrow's sun will rise either in splendor   or behind a mask of clouds - but it will rise, and until it does, we have no stake in tomorrow, for it is yet un...

              The days not worthy   living   The day where the only way   Is enduring and moving forward   The days where yesterday’s pains   Have sown their paws into the present   The days where scars never heal   But spread and pollute all things positive The days where people don’t each others The days where killing and shading of innocent blood Have becomes the culture The days where we the less privilege Has left behind with heart broken and depression The days where winter lasts for all time   The days where joy is simply   A word and never a feeling felt   The days where all dreams seem shattered   And never worthy   pursuing   The days where the only company   Are the wishful thoughts thought   The days of woe   The days of disappointments   The days of ...

Can love be found in my country?  My home, my beloved!  What has become of you?  Cruelty is all I see  Selfishness is all that is left Can love be found in my country?  Political promises still ring in my ears  With no one to be held accountable  Empty promises is all I hear  Hope is all that is left Can love be found in my country?  "To serve our father land"  We pledged  Maybe our "fathers" are different  Discrimination even to thy brother  Martin Luther's fight in vain. Can love be found in my country?  Diplomat they say they are  Tyrants they have become  Lords they've made themselves  Slave they made me  My stomach grumble from hunger  Their stomach ache from over feeding  We both suffer the same fate Can love be found in my country?  In love and equality we all were created  Black or white, humans we are first  If only you could see me as equals  Then...