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.
