Still afraid
of everythin' around,
Closing our
ears to every sound-
Can't hear
'em tell their daddies go,
Or hear 'em
singing without any flow,
Or those ideas of
drunk fortune, building lies
Without
wiping tears from our eyes.
All the
rebel theory, Bob Marley
Philosophy- you and then me,
And the
death of detentioon,
Live in our
souls, because we are deep holes;
Fillin' up
with some black suspicion,
All our
lives are based on supersition.
Forever
young, toy boys kickin'
Laughter
through the day,
Forever
young, sweet-eye, lollipop lady,
Turning some
of 'em eyes to clay.
Dressed like
misunderstood icons,
Singin' all
the war songs;
The bombs
burstin' in air,
Giving
proof, through the clouds,
That our
flag is still there...
Forever
young, always jittery and island-eyed,
So young
forever, way after time died,
And we all
will live as if we really tried.
We'll say,
the Star Spangled Banner still waves,
Ever
watching the ramparts; still in the land of the free,
Forever
young, you and me,
In this city
of little kisses, and too much bliss,
Where the
streets go leading 'em astray,
All is lost
and forgotten in one day,
But there'll
still be a museam of eternity,
Around all
losing against the glare of infinity,
Because we
don't want, so much as we wish and feel,
Not for the
beauty before us; for the turnin' wheel;
Twistin' and
turnin' through space,
Inside god's
face,
Wishin' we
could just run this place.
Some random
hour, and a cigarette bites the night,
Without a
heart in sight;
Just some laboratory
babe, clad in white,
Secrety
fooled, intentionally betrayed,
By some
wild-head, ripped stunner,
Who has just never
ever stayed.© Copyright. 2012. Raeez Jacobs.
NB. [Rest of poem cannot be included, for reasons of; exclusivity and copyright, since it is currently under consideration, with a Johannesburg journal of literature.]
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