Landlord, landlord, My roof has sprung a leak.
We are accused of terrorism
If we dare to write about the remains of a homeland
What is Africa to me:
Copper sun or scarlet sea,
The most important thing we've learned, So far as children are concerned,
The green-blue ground
is ruled with silver lines
Goodbye, my friend, goodbye
My love, you are in my heart.
Gumtree in the city street,
Hard bitumen around your feet,
Just once before I die
I want to climb up on a
My father was Noonuccal man and kept old tribal way, His totem was the Carpet Snake, whom none must ever slay;
I MADE my song a coat
Covered with embroideries
I’ve stayed in the front yard all my life.
I want a peek at the back
Here, at the invaders talk-talk place,
We, who are the strangers now,
Under the death of winter's leaves he lies who cried to Nothing and the terrible night
Clay is the word and clay is the flesh
Where the potato-gatherers like mechanised scarecrows move
Take one's adversity
Learn from their misfortune
Locked arm in arm they cross the way
The black boy and the white,
excuse me but lady liberty needs glasses
and so does mrs justice by her side
The blacksmith's boy went out with a rifle
and a black dog running behind.
They could never understand
what u set out 2 do
In the vine-shadows on the veranda;
under the yellow leaves, in the cooling sun,
What if you came back now
To our new world, the city roaring
The age demanded that we sing
And cut away our tongue.
Can You See the Pride In the Panther
As he grows in splendor and grace
Cocaine nose — cocaine nose
carefully takin' cocaine blows
An ant on the tablecloth
Ran into a dormant moth
he was Dead
he never Lived
We wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,-
The rows of cells are unroofed,
a flute for the wind's mouth,
He tried to spit out the truth;
Dry-mouthed at first,
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