george wacu

aside 25 Aug
Today
Today is the day
The day victim to aids
The day fueled by hate
Divided by race
This is the case
For this earth
This broken vase
Let this day be remembered
As the day this took place
Our children refused to embrace
The day our women were raped
This is the day we blow into outer space
The day millions are displaced
This is the moment
Nuclear smoke clouds the skies
As nuclear fires shower our eyes with cries
The day we all search our minds in search of answers
The day we all wish for nightmares
So we could wake and our lives would be spared
Today is the day
Today is the day
The day a christian looses his faith
And the atheist prays
The day were all enslaved by own ways
The day we face the consequences
This is the day we meet our fate
The day we’re destroyed by our own knowledge
The day bodies fall like autumn foliage
This is the effect of our intelligence
Yes I speak of the guns, the grenades, the bullets
Today is the day we understand
That mans greatest invention
His finest creation
Its his ability To destroy his nations
The day he acquires world domination
Today is the day
Today is too late
Its too late to repent
Its too late to demand an end to arms
Its too late
Our children are gone
Our world is torn
Its too late to relate to one another
To call you brother
This world is shattered
Its too late to create
A world without hate
How do you rise from such state
Today is the day
Today is too late
© George Wacu
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aside 8 Sep
Warrior Anthem
18 years old with
a heart of gold
The world so cold
A shivering soul
Behold the untold
History I must uphold
This tale I must unfold
Unconsoled
We’re bold
The stronghold
Black and young we’re told
To stay enrolled in schools
Yet we’re taken as fools
So I remain blindfold
A mole to the white cause
Unresolved
The chance that I succeed is an awe
Living behind bars
I guess my color is against the law
So I struggle to climb
I fight to survive
Claws in my back
Wrath from my jaws

Provoked
Sour, enraged, revoked
Heart broke
So much anger got me near having a stroke
Broke
But outspoken
Temporary cure; bourbon
the wars, genocide
As you remain blind
I grind
Freedom struggles to thrive
The will
Better dead than alive
I don’t won a survive
Kneel at the altar
Watch me wither
Liquor defined
Behind Author
Through my pride pierced a dagger
In fear I stood pretender
This is just armor
I stand an actor
But now Bitter
Now warrior
Frontline soldier
No matter the battle
Sore I’d never falter
This is a cultures endeavor
I, Torch bearer
Remember me here after
Warrior, soldier, we the freedom carriers
© George Wacu
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aside 9 Jun
My Future Wife
You are my wife
You love me not because i love you,
but because of whom i am
You do not work to satisfy or please me,
but to love me
You are sensitive to my endeavours
You march by my side through any strife i endure
You understand and respect me
You are Proud to be called my wife
You are my winter in times of despair and sorrow
You are the spring breeze that drives my winds of change
You are the autumn beauty in times of celebration and triumph
You are the summer sun that brightens and warms my life
To an ordinary man your task is but to please them
They are selfish and unloving
But i am no ordinary man
I see your struggles as a wife and mother
I respect your devotion for your family and the love you exert
Your energy revives me
Your character defines me
Your eyes see past my pretence and into my heart
This is why I love you
a woman loves and is vulnerable to pain
and at its mercy, she cries in fear and desperation
this is why i love you
you don’t hide your humanity from the world
but indeed let your emotions flow through mine
as a man i bury my natural being
i am quick to show no fear and love without a heart
i am blind to my own anguish and lost within thy self
but when im with you, your honesty defies my manhood
and suddenly the wall i put up crumbles as my soul intertwines with yours
this is why i love you
when my duties as a provider overshadow mine as a father
you do not hate nor provoke me but rather support and care for me
when i am sick and in pain you comfort me
after a hard days work at the office, i am glad to bring with me a dozen roses for the heart that supports mine
i do not come to a broken and destructive home, but to a humble abode
when i commit any transgressions against you, i am not scolded nor am i bound by anger, but freed by your forgiveness.
this is why i love you
to any other man you would be a trophy, you would be a slave to their selfish needs
a reason for their hate and anger
a punching bag
you would be the chains that hinder their freedoms
a barrier to their success
but i appreciate you
you are not a trophy but a gorgeous being
you are no slave for i do not bind you in selfish needs
you are not a reason for my hate but for my joy
you do not hinder my freedom but help me exercise my independence
you are no barrier to my success for you are the success of my life
this is why i love you
so you see,
i live to love you because you breathe to love me
through your graceful touch as a wife
you solemn care as a mother
and your pride as a woman
i am drawn to you
without you i have no voice
i have no beat to my heart
i am enslaved by the innocence of you smile
you are my closest friend
you drive my spirit
im at the mercy of your never ending passion
i will never regret you
you are my wife
i love you
© george wacu
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aside 14 May
Music
Music; how do I define it
How do I portray it
How do I see it
Let me try and explain it
Music Is feeling
Its not about rhyming
But rather believing
Portraying reality
Emphasizing the aching
So that its plain to the seeing
Comfort to the ailing
A sweet escape to hearts aching
Eyes crying
A sound that’s freeing
To those that their minds remain in slavery
The music frees them
Whether its the beat or the poem
An embrace turning the pain numb
An anthem to those dumb
Life’s beauty
Like the leaves of autumn
Silence to the sound of magnums
Pride to the broken streets of California
The soul of Harlem
Music is power
A gate to stardom
A diverse stream of rhythm
Used in the right manor
A possible sanctum
However when corrupted by some
Its easy to to succumb
To a corrupted wisdom
Yes your the victim
Its, sweet venom
Flows soft in volumes
Holding your morals ransom
Music is spirit
The beat the outfit
The message it transmits
A bandit split
Between good and evil
Sometimes words of the devil
Sometimes words from the chapel
From god
Translated from gospel
Easy to create
From the way we say it
Other-times we demonstrate it
Music is feeling
Music is spirit
Music is power
Music is but an outlet
© george wacu
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