Rumble in the jungle


Someone asked, do you know his other name?
He had another name for fame?
Maybe his first name did not last?
Cause when he fought, he moved too fast

He went by the name Cassius Clay
If I may.
Are they not two?
That’s what I knew?
Now I know he is one.
But at this hour he’s gone.
It sad, to say goodbye,
To find out that he died.

Went Ali bowed out to his crowd
Was the same moment
When Cassius Clay passed away
But that was his omen

Remembering rumble in the jungle
Remembering the rope a dope
Remembering Ali

Purple day


It was a purple day
When the Prince had to pay
His life forward for the Queen to stay

Did the Prince die of flu,
Or did his contract become overdue
Well, who can say, we have not a clue

Just like a purple nebular
The world says goodbye to a star
It was probably ‘his time’ by far

While at the grounds of castle,
It’s a matter of birthday planning
And down in the park,
It’s a matter of estate planning

Dressed in flowers so royal purple
Just like the ‘rain’ in Niagra’s ripple
The lady, the first have a smile no dimples

Michael went in June of two double o nine,
Prince in March, when the doc said he was fine
And Liz keeps on going, no stopping on her mind

Did the queen choose the day of the prince?
Did the prince take the place of the queen?
With Michael and Michelle in between!

Banana republic or what?


With eyes on our country

Let’s vote in the monkeys

Like banana republic,

He does it again

First with the arms deal

And now it’s Nkandla

All zuma’s scandals before the ELECTION

 

But he’s got a small puppy that continues to bark

And Makes statements from out of the dark

I shudder to think of watch dog mantashe

He’s like j-z’s very own talashe

But let them beware, just ask mr gwe- there

What they do here’s

Clearly not clear

 

With no education

They run this rainbow nation

From one tree to one tree

He continues to mimic Mugabe

The one from Harare

No one can (re)move him, but fair is not fair

Flying Up, then Down


With Shrien flying out

And coming back in

And Oscar being down

And saying he was up

And Dewani that is mental

And Pistorius’s emotions

 

Valentine and honeymoons

Suppose to be so special

But now the wife and girlfriend

Has gone to be celestial

Celestial beings,

Means they are now free

 

But the guys are still here

And with a great fear

The fear is so vast

Cause it’s a blast from their past

 

From Heathrow to Cape Town

And up and down

Both stand accused

But blame it on abuse

Am I My Brother’s Keeper?


Am I My Brother’s Keeper?

 

The voice of Cain echoes loud

And in a tone so proud;

Every time one asks this question,

But just how often do we raise this question?

Am I the one responsible?

If we are the body and He is the head

When one is weak, you should be strong

To them you shall be witnesses.

How many of us have the will,

Am I willing to be broken bread?

And poured-out wine for Him all along

Do I ask what point is this?

Or do I charge them with a bill

Be I strong or be I sad,

Or do I point out all their wrongs

And look at chances they have missed?

Am I my brother’s keeper?

Should I dry his eyes when he’s weeping?

And should I watch over him while he’s sleeping

Maybe I should be my brother’s keeper

And build our bond much more deeper

And guard him from the evil reaper.

Am I my brother’s keeper?

Number our days


Strength will bring eighty weighty years to wait upon us

Even though the days of our lives are seventy years, just

Teach us to number our days

And give us a heart of wisdom we pray

You are my sanctuary and my fort;

I rest under your wings oh Lord

The horror by night shall not stroke me,

The arrow by day will not spike thee

A thousand to my left may fall

And ten thousand by right

In the heat of the brawl

And pestilences in sight

No evil, no plagues will come near to you

Devastations and arrows will all be miscued

Your eyes shall see the reward of the impious

They stand in fear and are anxious

His guardian angels take charge over you; they stand up for you,

Not to dash your foot against a rock or a few

Upon the lion and the cobra you shall trample

Because of your love he will deliver you on ample

Because you know his name

A long life and salvation will be yours to claim!

Selah, think about it

In the shadow of a Giant


A tribute to Baby Jake Matlala

 

As the world stands in mourns

And as his life’s walk adjourns

After the setting of his sun

We bow our heads in awe

And say ‘goodbye’ with deep heart sore

 

But during this desperation

We focused on all his stations

That grabbed the eyes of all the nations

 

And we missed the sad ‘goodbye’

Of another boxer guy

The weighty champion of the fly

 

It seems he was a shadow

It seems Baby Jake was a skim

Of the greater scheme

 

He followed right behind him,

But no-one saw him

He walked right beside him

But no-one noticed him

He followed ever so quietly

Therefore no-one heard him

 

The great respect that he’s worthy of

Comes from those that’s closer off

As we say ‘goodbye’ to Baby Jake

He went in the shadow of a heavy weight