ANOTHER SUBLIME POEM BY SKIETREKER

The Beauty of the Free State

Botle Ba Foreistata ...

By “Skietreker” Richard Segopolo

 Like a Poetry Commando
In a Free State Of Mind
I Speak No Secrets

Wordfest

Rooted from the Heart
Walking Through the tunnel
And Diving away from Plot & Conspiracy

Hate & Negative Voices
I Burn them up and Destroy them
God my knowledge and spirit
Archives of the Word
Spiritual seekers the blessed
The Godly the healers of time
Tebogo investigates
Like the fall of Marcus Desmond

Thaba Nchu my bass
Life is like Music
Saint Vis via grapevine
Writing bars through the air
To faith to stand
To Believe & to Walk
Come and Have a Look
And let words drive you
Mafika & Lechesa
Qoopane Literary Services
Motheane Thinane Masolane
Motheo le Puo ya Sesotho
Chief Omoseye Sekgowa
Weep not Marikana Thiba
It wasn’t Magic
We saw it

Free State is us
Lord of the rings
J R Tolkins
Jumping through words
Like robust Windows
Breaking any Linux coding
With the heart of a spoon
Spinning through
Vinyl’s & Shaxe as we press to
Find the winning combination

Alay yen

Mnyakeni
and when we do

Mnumzana
Lets stick to it

Like lovers and Ba2cada

Deon Simphiwe
As Tebogo Investigates
Why people are going Kaboom

Botshelo Bo Marara

As we pray and wish for Better days

Yonkinto

Let me take this musical cloth

And wipe away this which blinds my spirit

And irritates the only hope I have left

Hanging in my room like a photograph

Fana namane speak to the light

And let God give life to images

For life is a journey and we each have a pencil

And what you draw is your message

But what you leave behind is a legacy

Let your talent touch hearts

From humble beginnings

To respecting our gifts

Your success lies in what drives you

Some find peace
and call it Lethabong
Mahungra Macufe Moshoeshoe
Lesotho our neighbors
channeling one's thoughts onto Paper
if you don’t love me just because
I don’t have Masheleng
Gosiame
One World
One God
One Love
Apartheid Ek Gaan Jou Boks

Can somebody say

McKenzie
Thami Moleko
Masele
Mokolokotwane
Modimo Bophelo

 Babes mpotseng
Mmabana
Musicon
Bloemfontein

Bo naka di maripa

Music on
And if
I didn’t mention you on the internet
Ntshwarele its cold
And I’m offline
Ho tsamaya ke hobona
This poem makes no sense
Without your name being here

So literary soldier we value you
Even wena who they call
The ordinary just because
Emotionally & Physically
We might be broke
But together we stand united
It’s a fact
We are Spiritual Billionaires

A Toast to all those
Who have never been mentioned
For their great contributions
And their 5cents
As a toilet Cleaner or being called a maid mate
Even that simple guy wa Carwash

And I don’t want to do this
But it has to be done

With this page let me leave a footprint

In a Free State of mind

Upon the sands that carry the voices of many

Who were robbed the freedom to live

Bloody bag bottled body brutally buttered

Set alight radio frequencies circulate

News reported children missing

Wrong information deported

 As a student from the university of life

I cycle to release the tension in my veins

And safely jog before my exam to punch anxiety in the face

I look forward to the day when a mother can walk freely

And have her blind daughter graduating

With her eyes closed and see a nation of men

Praying to change and rebuild the trust

She had growing up but lost it to the man

Who stole the electricity in her spirit

And destroyed the only hope she knew

She had she could she would have

She did she won

She made it

She is

And he is her

We are them

And if it is to be

It is up to us

To change and transform it to how

We would like to receive it.