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by Khothatso Duncan Moeketse | |
Published on: Jun 15, 2004 | |
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Type: Poetry | |
https://www.tigweb.org/express/panorama/article.html?ContentID=3711 | |
I imagine a land I imagine a land where brothas and sistas live in harmony A land where all have dreams And our dreams are all realized I imagine a land where no one is ever stupid To blemish the body, Godly temple of the son with drugs. I imagine a land with no HIV and AIDS I imagine a land where we indulge but with protection A land of no sickness where poetry is a cure A land with no potion, muti or impepo I imagine a land without thugs to mug us A land of no guns and criminals I imagine a land where everybody values human life, Life without killing and polluting A land where I can walk out of the house without fear of being angered A land where we all live in mansions and food in abundance Yes, A land with no shacks and poverty A land of no high tax and corruption I imagine a land without Bush killing the innocent I imagine a land without Saddam being hunted And tortured for weapons of mass distraction A land without political intolerance I imagine a land where all political movements are allies With no differences but tolerance and clouds of love majority A land where all have choices and the freedom of speech A land where imaginations don’t ever run dry I imagine a land of love and happiness Like the bible say "Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth" Let us all imagine this land Will it be ever possible? I imagine where... "Even when the shadows fall, No matter where the wind may blow..." We will know where to go And will never fall prey to the shadow of silence I imagine a land where we are all having a good time And the Lord Almighty is in heaven watching us partying Knowing that we have seen the light and free of sin Yes, I imagine this ideal land of milk and honey Angels dancing kwasa to the beat from this land of harmony Where heavy metal DJs play heavy gospel Rejoicing in goodness I imagine a land where Déjà vu poetry society and us form No. 7 (Hola 7) Am I only dreaming? Or can we all imagine this land being right here right here? « return. |