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Spoken words

Listen more to things

Than to words that are spoken

People speaks words they have forgotten

I love you this is not enough

Since actions speaker than the words

People we don’t practices what we preaches

We live in the shadows darkening around

Shadows that fading into the day

Shadows that lightens and grows deep

I speak wishing to set an example

Because spoken words turned blunt

In the atmosphere of hatred, spoken words

Violating our minds,

breeding violence

The mirror of our feelings and souls

Exploding in brain, dislodging our consciences

Spoken words are not born in chains

But run through unreachable patters

Of human kind as the expression of desire

Spoken words sing their desire and do

What they like, entering your ear

No way of getting rid of them.


From the time you were born

As the baby boy

Taking your first breath

You were purposefully born

To act dutifully and obediently

And lift the lid

But you have disappointed

The womb that gave birth to you

By being persuaded by evil

Who taught you to make living Out of pain,

For you to be happy one has to be unhappy

You are now in prison

For high reason, you lack reasons

For acting like dictator

It is about time to reborn

You deserve second chance.


The tyranny of weather

Holding the world hostage

Snow blindness infects, the white angel

Snow blows luminous the season that obliterates

Visible touch of whiteness people made statues

As the snow settle like a plaster

Sky a whip gone white, it blotted sunrise

Flowers crystallise upon altars

Whiteness of snow falling still

The invader of the familiar.


Spare me the agony of seeing

I wish I was blind

So that I cant see, but be told

When days are dark

As the trouble troubles the world

Hearts grow cold

When people never seemed to care

Sicknesses reigns the land

Spare me the agony of seeing

I wish I was blind

So that I cant see but be told

As life is unrespected

Husbands abuses their wives

Violence is relative

As hatred is stalking the world

When there is no longer culture of respect

Spare me the irony of you

I wish I was blind

So that I cant see, but be told

That Africa is dying slowly

Ha bana ba motho ba lwantshana

Ho thwe ntja tsa setsumi dijana maro

Blood spills down like a rainfall

As rivers are fully filled with tears

I wish I was blind

Spare me the agony of seeing.

Healing the world

War and poverty are caused

Struggle and sickness reigns

Violence is relative

Caused by selfish others

And our own reaction

Let’s change the world

And be the changes we want to see

By practicing what we preaches

In the long run we tend to get what we give

The intelligence choice in life

Is to help build kind of society

We want to live in when we grow old

Much depends on our goodwill

To heal this beloved world

HIV and aids

Light the candles right now

As the symbolic flame of love

Rivers filled with tears


I smell blood, someone is in pain

Death is daily stalker

Streets are alive with orphans

Streets are alive with widows and widowers

I cry out my insubstantiality

As HIV an aids reigns the land

Biggest challenges ever faced by human kind

The fourth world war

Cemeteries are fully filled

Let us fight aids, not with accusation

But with compassion

You are who you are

Listen I don’t make difficulties of your opportunities

Make opportunities of your difficulties

Be open to both necessity and opportunity

Even though paths take you down

From what you get make a living

As you are motivated by the soul hunger

Rather than the egos greed

Self respect is the root of discipline

Think of what you have to do as easy

And it will become easy

Your strength is doing what you are afraid to do.

Struggle develops someone’s strength

Character cannot be developed in ease and quiet

Character cannot be made except by a steady long continued process.

Accept finite disappointment but never lose hope.

Be yourself there is no one better qualified

The direct foe of courage is the fear itself

Believe that you are the best, if not pretend

Destiny is not a matter of chance it’s a thing to be achieve



You strike a woman you strike a rock

The holiest thing alive

With the hands rocking the cradles

They rules the world

At the tender age of ups and downs

Volatile stage of human kind

Women’s loves endures through all

In the face of the world condemnation

A woman is a woman still

Where there is a woman there is way

With the most powerful force in life

Women’s most endangered species

More of a commodity than a woman

Women’s don’t cry foul in the face of adversity

Women’s stir the hearts of millions

Women’s embrace new concepts with verve

Women’s face their deficiencies and acknowledge them




I have tried

I have strived

I have given

I have battled

With swords and lance

But destiny barred the door

And would not give me a chance

I am tired

I am ill

I am cheated

Yet still

I am determined to win

So call me anything but defeated

Because tomorrow

I will try again

Don’t quit

When things go wrong as they sometimes will

When the road you are trudging seems all uphill

When the funds are low and debts are high

And you won’t smile but to sigh

When care is pressing you down a bit

Rest if you must but don’t quit

Life is a queer with its twist and turns

As every one of us sometimes learns

And many a failure turns about

When he might have won and had id stuck it out

Don’t give up though the pace seems slow

You may succeed with another blow

Success is failure turned inside out

The silver tint of the clouds of doubt

You never can tell how close you are

It may be near when it seems so far

Stick to the fight when you are hardest hit

It’s when things seems worse do not quit

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William Dawson

Writer and Reader user