Under the Shade of Poverty

Prelude
Our maleness repressive social history keeps on repeating itself like an illusion of reincarnation and its excruciating and pernicious pangs are wedged in our social lives like a terminal syndrome, even though we daily claim that we are socially free as male-man, in this loamy and economically blessed country of South Africa…. However, if you can just open your eyes, but not your ordinary eyes “Your Mind Eye” and start perusing the social freedom that you think we have gained at last, you will start to realize that we still have a steep, mournful and a very strenuous social path to take, before we can finally claim that we are socially free as male-man, on the basis of, the only social freedom that we have honestly obtained up to so far, it is the social freedom, that I have solely termed “The Sophisticated and Circumlocutory Enslaving Liberty”. (When Social Justice Cries-off Under the Shade of Poverty).
 
Punish me not lord I just don't follow
That how long shall I be a proletarian,
In this loamy soil of Africa?
How long shall I hang on with fondness
In the habitation of exploitation and rejection?
How long shall I inhere
In a clique o commoners and nameless nobodies?
How long shall I comfortlessly ramble
In the hillocks of indigence and despondence?
How long shall I laboriously perspire,
While my heartless master squanders
My hardly acquired reward?
When social justice cries-off.
Under the shade of poverty

 
How long shall I stumble and tumble,
While a bunch of mockers scorn as I fall,
Tag flop in my path and destiny,
Scornfully laugh as I rise and fall in my way?
How long shall egocentric impostors and avaricious game-stars,
Drain my dough and spit me on my face,
Slams a portal in my eyes and peeps me on a pane,
Calling I and I nameless nobody?
How long shall failure of expectations and affliction of mind.
Diurnally interpose obstacles and impediments,
In my abridged excursion of life,
While my puny vessel noxiously leap and frisk,
With waves of infirmity and demise?
When social justice cries-off
Under the shade of poverty.
 

Show me the way to a place of social eternity,
As I dwell into millennium two be with me
Lead me, teach me and guide me my King,
 As I walk by myself in this lonesome road of life alone.
My sole is thirsty for a timeless peace and liberty,
My mentality yearn wisdom and knowledge.
My life-seat is full of agony a distress
As I walk by myself in this long road of life.
I wanna wipe all pain a tears in my eyes
And pass within the new day with joy in heart,
But my eyes a so blind I can’t see clearly,
And my mind is blocked I can’t think clearly.
Is too hard for me to let bygones be bygones,
For the pain of the past is stronger than before,
But Lord I know that you will show me the way,
 When a social justice cries-off
Under the shade of poverty.

 
From SA Republic to a loamy continent of Africa,
Chasing troubles evil thoughts playing tricks on me,
Problematic issues drowning my anger down and down,
 Deep in my life-seat forcing my mind to take an action.
A jet-set in seventh heaven making wicked plans,
Sowing weeds amongst mankind at midnight,
Ignoring the fact that every secret will be uncovered one day,
And that every man’s file will be unsealed some day.
I dig gold for my cruel master,
Who gives me little wages out of my daily sweat.
I am a cash-dispenser for all greedy game-stars,
Who rides a gravy train often to their earthy paradise.
I just wanna be a player but not with fire,
‘Cause life is too short to waste and too good to taste.
But I better kiss the dust for reality,
Than living like a fat-cat serving the Beast.
When a social justice cries-off
Under the shade of poverty.
 
Concluding Statement
Oh! Yes indeed. It is worthy to be detested for upholding integrity, purity of heart and rectitude of life, than being given a title of distinction under a tag of moral depravity. It is far better to be an honest and upright indigent male-man, than being an affluent impostor, whose egocentric motives are solely prearranged on appalling personal advantages… (When Social Justice Cries-off, Under the Shade of Poverty).
 
Author: Ditaba “Tshoeu” Hlojane