lost remixes - cover versions

the sound emanates
lazily tumbling out from hungry bellies
a haunting bellows forth
Vuvuzela's lament

Rumbling around a mere reminder
unobtrusive significance
Shape up or ship . . .
the Vuvuzelas lament

Lamentations for fallen
some dead and/or buried
yet educating from beyond grave's faces
other's sacrificially chasing pig's skins

OurStory lost culture
now we happily
replace toyi toyi for diski and remixed 'waka's "

Toyi emoncipated bodies and physicalities
yet Diski further reeks ecconomic slavery
world machine tools - foolish Tom-foolery

kumbaya?

He that eats out of dustbins is not without an inheritance.

The chill of the biting cold winter morning pierce course, broken flesh
familiar, is the feel of crusty bread against cracked lips.
Banished from regular civilization are the modern day 'lepers' of society.
Such is the culture of a brainwashed generation.
Vast amounts of information passes through the eye of a needle within a split second
Action arrives before understanding.
Shallow reasoning takes away from the experience of learning.
A culture of greed, leaves the weak impoverished and the truth becomes a formula-
'a means to an end'
The environment is merely a reflection of filthy hearts and the weather a precipitation of clouded thoughts.
The scent of peace lingers in the distance, yet the stench of chaos is ever present.
Lamentations of the poor fall on deaf ears and their pleas are without pardon.
A reduction of man to canine existence is a mystery unraveled through history.
Plain truth can be heard in the sparks that fly from fires that light up the slums.
City whores run governments from their knees and determine legislature on their backs;
tho their status remains unchanged.
The lies and deceit of the rich & powerful, is pitched against the
nobility and humility of the poor & weak.

© 2009 J Allotey