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• I AM THE CHOSEN VOICE

  Posted: November 6, 2009, 6:25 pm by cerealinabox

  
  I am the chosen voice,
  The proverbial voice from the east,
  Sent to the nations of the south north and west,
  To raise dust and cause unrest,
  
  I shout to the hills and howl like a beast,
  Time is neigh,
  Time is here,
  Raise your fists,
  It’s the poor mans turn to feast,
  
  Let us do the twist,
  And rumble to the rumba,
  Tango to the tango,
  And mambo to the mambo.
  
  Let’s rock to Femi Kuti,
  Loose our souls to his infectious beat,
  Kick to Zulu war songs and raise our feet,
  Let us bump to Yoruba tunes,
  And belly dance in Tunisia,
  For the foretold one is here.
  
  I have a message for the mountain people,
  They who tend tea.
  A message for the mid-folk,
  They who are rich in ore and lore,
  A message for the nomads of the north,
  They who tend to herds and flocks,
  A message for the merchants of the coast,
  They who wear hijabs and cloaks.
  
  A message for the rich,
  The middle class and the street,
  Time is neigh,
  Time is near!
  
  Long before time,
  When the world was formless,
  When the dark reigned,
  When the seas roared and lava poured,
  Long before the wind had learnt to blow,
  Before trees started to grow,
  Before the sun learnt to glow,
  Before the e earth licked any mans sole,
  
  HE lived,
  HE breathed, and
  HE willed
  
  HE formed and molded,
  And curved and sculpted,
  The trees and streams,
  The peaks and deeps,
  All we see he made to be.
  
  Then He made man,
  From his reflection and mud,
  He made him stand
  And rule over the land.
  
  He watched you build the pyramids,
  And build gardens in Babylon,
  He watched you plough the Nile,
  And build the china wall.
  
  He wept over World War I,
  And mourned the dead of Hiroshima,
  He watched your knowledge kill you at Chernobyl,
  And it angered him you did not learn from it.
  
  He fumed when Iraq you subdued,
  Grieved when Jews you slew,
  
  Time is neigh time is now,
  His anger is tested,
  His patience is thinned,
  His vengeance is near,
  His punishment is here.
  
  Plant back his trees,
  Stop killing his gentle beings,
  Polluting with contraptions made of steel,
  Stop neglecting his children as they die of ills,
  
  Wash your linen,
  Clean up your act,
  Or death is what you ask!
  
  ………Cereal iN a BoX…© 2009

• THERE IS A DEATH IN THIS PLACE

  Posted: November 6, 2009, 6:24 pm by cerealinabox

  
  There is order in chaos
  Sanity in all that is mad,
  Simplicity in complexities
  There is a good in all that is evil,
  
  For we gain when we loose
  And loose more when we gain
  The emptiness that comes with being full
  A hunger that the sated cannot satisfy
  
  Love is a chemical reaction
  Thoughts but electrical impulses
  Firing from one cell to another
  Pleasure is but an excited nerve
  And life…
  But a fickle candle flame,
  Saying and bending to the whims of a wind,
  
  We see more where we don’t look,
  Ask more when we read more,
  And die slow when we live long,
  There’s a balance here,
  A tip of the scales,
  An unseen hand that winds the clocks,
  
  
  
  There’s a depth in this place,
  A depth so deep we die before we hit the bottom,
  There’s a death in this place,
  Grim roams our land.
  
  Hustle and toil,
  Crafting and tilling,
  Working the soil,
  There’s a death here,
  A dark depth in this place.
  
  It’s ironical, what we eat kills,
  When we don’t we gats ill,
  What we breathe kills,
  When we don’t we gets ill
  
  A mind dark and drifty,
  That wills us all to bleed,
  A dark hand that just kills,
  There's a death in this place,
  
  ............Cereal iN a BoX...© 2009

• A GLASS OF HEAVEN

  Posted: November 6, 2009, 6:23 pm by cerealinabox

  
  In this desolate world,
  A world full of pain,
  Where suffering is unavoidable
  And death, inevitable.
  
  
  A world where disease rules,
  Homes with dirt and spew,
  Sewerage for stew, eew!
  Gross gourmet,
  
  A polluted planet,
  Where trees die,
  Rivers dry,
  And Dodos never got the chance to learn how to fly.
  
  In a world where hate rules,
  Wars brew,
  Guns and bombs,
  Mutilated Iraqis and orphaned Somalis,
  
  In this chaos,
  The universe conspired,
  Deliberately created our reprieve,
  
  ….Apple Juice…
  That whosoever drinks this drink,
  “The nectar of the gods,
  The drink of the kings,
  The beverage that your favorite beverages’
  Favorite beverage,
  The only intoxicating non-intoxicating drink,”
  Shall experience eternal refreshment!
  
  This friends, is “the” drink!
  The reason I walk into supermarkets,
  The reason I walk past supermarkets,
  The reason I think about walking past a supermarket,
  The reason I dream of owning a super-orchard!
  
  The drink the universe conspired to create,
  
  In the beginning,
  He created the sun-photosynthesis
  Then the land was separated from the water-soil
  Then came the animals-poop-manure
  The universe conspired!
  They could eat all fruit but the apple-reversed psychology!
  
  Cupid-apple of my eye,
  Archimedes-apple-gravity
  Snow White-apple-love story
  Red Riding Hood-apple
  Teachers pet-Apple
  Adams-apple
  Pine-apple
  A for?
  
  Red, crisp white flesh
  Flesh that bleeds drops of heaven,
  U do what u gotta do,
  I know how I get there…
  Bottoms up!!
  
  ........Cereal iN a BoX...© 2009

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