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This here's a tale
of the left and the right
Who met in the middle
and had a big fight
The other sides wrong
in the things that they like
The lines have been drawn
and we've all chosen sides

They're dragging us down
we're heading straight South
We no longer need watches
with time running out
Where you might ask
my friend we're hell bound
So hang on tight kiddies
cause it's happening now

We held out our hands
turns out that they bite
As darkness moves in
consuming the light
We're naked in the open
with no where to hide
With

       Nothing

               Now

                     Left

                           Of

                              What

                                    Once

                                           Was

                                                Right
You say  your not religious
Well neither my friend am I
It was man that made religion
It was Christ that came for us to die

He came to earth with a purpose
And that purpose was to set us free
From the guilt, the sin, the daily shame
All chains of captivity

It was the religious leaders of his day
That used their power as a tool
It was Jesus that came to do away
With all the man made rules

Rules that held the people down
The same as they do today
Invite Jesus into your heart right now
And let freedom have its way

You say your not religious
Well neither my friend am I
It was man that made religion
It was Christ that came for us to die
Problem or solution
Which side are you on
The ones that clings on to the right
Or hangs on to the wrong

Marching to a different beat
Or part of the crowd
Do you huff and puff and stomp your feet
When your told that's not allowed

Heads up on the copper penny
Or tails when they let you loose
I can't help but wonder if any
Which one are you

Do you raise your hand in question
Or sit and bite your tongue
Do you come up with all the answers
Or are you known for playing dumb

Do you often back the system
Or flow along the party line
Are you in need of some assistance
Is life rolling along just fine

Are you a shut in or a shut up
Do you applaud what's new
Are you a wrinkle in the old
Which one are you

Do you stand up for injustice
Fight for lowly right
Or sit still inside your cubicle
And check you facebook likes

Do you watch the world around you
Or does the world watch you
If you were told enough times
Would you accept it as the truth

Do you take the half that's given
And use it to improve
Are you abundant in what's missing
Which one are you
I'm never going to cry again
Even if it comes in season
Or blows in on the Eastern wind
My crying days are through

I've had more than my share of it
I could name off all the reasons
Then you would know why I need to quit
All because of you

Never again will I laugh out loud
Joy itself has lost all meaning
No longer to even think about
The less I have to do

Never going to show an ounce of pain
Am I the only who doesn't believe me
Wait, here come the tears again
Running down the face of this love struck fool

I swore I was never going to cry again
All my senses seem to be leaving
Just when I thought I had reached the end
Again I think of you
You know what they always say
About the perfect family
But lock the door behind you
And throw away the key
Things ain't always perfect
Nor quite the way they seem
Need I here remind you
Of the perfect family

the secret closets
their rooms hold
brittle broken
bones of old
skeletons hide
with haunted eyes
their voices sound
of children's cries
the day is dark
the day is done
the hurt inside
blocks out the sun
this is all
they know of love
feel the weight
of its heavy crush

With a need to bury deep
The ugly that's been found
Under decaying leaves
In the cold damp ground
Until it is the screams
No longer make a sound
Things aren't always what they seem
When no one is around
 Apr 2014 Zanele Tlali
Theia Gwen
She reads
                                          And she sleeps
                                                      Way too much
                                                            ­           It's her coping defence
                                                                ­               When nothing else will suffice
                                                         ­               She needs to get away
                                                       Without actually leaving
                                             Because she's too scared
                                   And too tired
                                            To leave her bed
                                                      So she cracks open a book
                                                            ­     To escape somewhere far away
                                                            ­             And she'll sob for the characters
                                                      ­                       Whose brokenness resembles hers
                                                            ­                                   And then she'll sleep
                                                           ­                                   And have sweet dreams
                                                          ­              Of realities that are not her own
                                                       Because pretending is so much easier
                                                 Than facing reality
                             So she'll sleep and dream
          And secretly wish she won't wake up
So she can finally escape
When you ask of me, why poetry
I'm not sure you understand
That it's the center of my universe
The very depth of who I am

The molecules in the air I breath
Oxygen pulsing through the veins
The storm brewing beneath the surface
The pounding of the rain

It's the timeless anticipation
Of the thought that's yet to come
The tearing open of life's seam
The beating of the drum

The first peak of the desert flower
When it feels the gentle touch of spring
The smile in the eyes of a child
And all the joy it brings

The in and out of the tide
In the pulling of the waves
When you ask of me, why poetry
What more is there to say
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