Songs of Sharpeville by Amos

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Young AfricansChanted and toyi-toyiedDown the streets of SharpvilleWith anger spilling overAs their blood boiledFor the right to equal educationThe right to not be taught in AfrikaansAnd the right to privileged educationHarvested by merely fair skins Like trapped...

My Hands Have Seen It All by AMOS

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] in the '80sas the youthour hands picked upstones and petrol bombspanel beatingpolice vans and nyalasof the apartheid erawhere struggle forfreedom wasour error our youthful handssaw it allwhen fleeing youthdropped on the groundlike marula fruitsshaken by anawful ugly...

Deserted by Mother Nature by AMOS

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Mother Naturedeserted alldesert lifeas it cries untothe Creatorto open heavenlytaps and showertheir boiling bodiesand embalm dry throatseven if itis drizzling dropsof a scarce rainthey'll resurrectdesert shrubsdropping theirfaces like bereavedwidows wailingand waitingfor their deadhusbands i can see a...

My vote, my muted voice by Amos

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] It's municipal pollsFather ChristmasesPaid us surprise visitsIn our shaky homesHeaving under bagsLoaded with hollow promisesAs usual, queues zigzaggedLike snakes in community hallsAs voters came toDrop their pathetic votesInto power hungry ballot boxesPinning their hopes onSticky tongued chameleons...

My future looks bright by AMOS

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] I'm hiding my eyesbehind dark glassesbecause my futurelooks too brightmy eyes talkto my glittering dreamslike the sun talksto the dark earththrough her kind dawn,the nightlife of sunglassesexpires when the sunbleeds profuselyand dies offat the horizonand gets buriedbehind...