Celebration for fools

Celebrate! Celebrate... Celebrate a day, celebrate a-way, celebrate for life, celebrate for pray.
Existing alone is no achievement,
Breathing alone is no miracle.
It takes no effort to get to friday,
It takes even less effort to reach monday.
Everytime I see you, your celebrating?
Everytime I ask What is it that is being celebrated?
And everytime you tell me I see no reason for your celebration.
Fools celebrate everything at the end meaning that fools really celebrate nothing...

When I see Africa I weep

Africa the mother that birthed me,
Africa the mother whose bosoom I quenched my thirst,
Africa the mother who produced me,
Africa why are you sad? Mama when I see you I weep.

A lady of the sun, lady so dark because your riches have been undone.
A lady of the Nile, I say this because that is were your beauty mostly shines.
A woman so strong who gave birth to all,
A woman so bold who forgave even when done wrong.
A mother who had to experience decades of the slaughter of her kids,
A mother who saw hope in the tirrany that was caused in the midst.

Mama you are rich with kids,
Raised them well and rich with culture.
Raised them fair and rich with life,
Gave them all, spiritual and and physical food.

Now your children have turned their backs on you,
Your children believe in their hearts that their better than you.
They bleach up the coat of dark skin that you gave them to protect from the sun,
They burn up the coarse hair that you gave to protect them from the hush raise.
They laugh at the toungue you gave them to communicate,
They keep begging to others for things that ultimately will bring their demise.

When you tell them that you founded beauty they tell you about Mshoza,
when you tell them you founded wealth they tell you about the West,
When you tell them you founded culture they tell you about swag,
When you tell them you are the founder of everything sacred they tell you about the bible.

Africa I weep for you because the children you bred and stood by have turned against you,
Africa I weep for you because the children you bred and stood by want nothing to do with you,
Africa I weep for you because the freedom you gave us was taken and never given back,
Mama I weep for you because the fight seems to never end.

Pythagoras Theorem

Topic of discussion: Who influenced pythagoras' work and how?

If I had to believe your record of things

Why should I believe you?
Why should I trust anything you say now?
What lie havent you told?
What truth havent you untold?
Unforseen events keep to unfold,
But because I dont believe you; what others call unforeseen are just unscaffoling patterns of stories already told.

If I had to believe your record of things,
I would have to believe that Jesus is white,
that white is kind and black is blind.

If I had to believe your record of things,
I would have to believe that Africans were never smart,
I would have to believe that we are just monkeys with no thought.

If I had to believe your record of things,
I would have to believe that slavery was just,
and stealing land and killing is how people make success and adjust.

If I had to believe your record of things,
I would have to believe that colonialism was necessary,
that a race of whites at some point did have better brains than mine.

If I had to believe your record of things,
I would have to believe that Shaka was a murderer,
his people killed for no reason.

If I had to believe your record of things,
I would have to believe that Nelson Mandela was a terrorist,
that 27 years of improsonment was what he deserved.

If I had to believe your record of things,
I would have to believe that ANC and the rest were terrorist groups,
that they had no reason to rebel.

If I had to believe your record of things,
I would have to believe that fidel castro was no freedom fighter,
but a leftiest gorilla that helped terrorists.

If I had to believe your record of things,
I would have to believe that Mugabe just became a dictator,
and that England doesnt have a queen who plays the same role.

If I had to believe your record of things,
I would have to believe that that Steve Biko deserved what he got,
that Africans are animals with just force.


If I had to believe your record of things,
I would have to believe that capitalism is the best option,
that people who die, prostitute, steal, kill for money are just errors in the capitalistic system.

If I had to believe your record of things,
I would have to believe that Malema is a terrorist,
that black people should not concern themselves with economic freedom.

If I had to believe your record of things,
I would have to believe that the is no double standard that exists now among races,
and that just because whites own wealth that controls the  world we should not worry.
Afterall history has taught us that 'you look after my best interests'.

If I had to believe your record of things,
I will have to believe that before you were here I was worse off being free, when you were here I was better off being a slave/colonised/impoverished and when you leave here I will be worse off and my kids will die of poverty, sickness, dumbness because generally according to you.
I am still just an animal of the lowest order, the only animal on earth that cannot take care of themselves.

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