DELIBERATE POISONING OF EARTH

I take a trip out of my comfort zone

Genetically Modified Organisms(GMO)

Chocking the Soils of the earth, waters of revers and lakes

As i feed on the poisons

Made by mad men in their death restricted labaratories

Sickening and dying is all that is left of my spices

 

 

Out of my office windows i see Air Acrobatic…

Chemtrail left by somersaulting aeroplanes

A pilot spray chemicals on our clouds

Poisonous gasses turned into rainfall

Droplets on my vegitations and waters

I drink the waters…

Sickening and dying is my fate

Today its me but tomorrow is all of the spices of the world

 

My Leaders, congress men, Musicians, Poets, writers

What is your use

have you no shame exposing these acts

why must you wait until you are sick and dying

And doctors making a fortune out of your hard earned money

Ignorance is a disease but information if worth a fortune

Raise up and defend the planet

Stop GMO, Stop CHEMTRAILS

Its our only hope for humanity survivals.

©Caesar Obong 2018

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From page to Strings

from page to strings

From Page to String is a poetic Musical show by Caesar obong, Samuel Nalangira ans Derrick magical kats as a group. Caesar Obong is a musical poet, and pays a range of other instruments, apart from that, there will also be lots of other acts from poets such as wake the poet, Rashida Namulondo, Joshua Kagimu(rap poet),Angel Noel and there will also be a surprise act from a visiting musician.

Retributions!

Give me blood and wine

So i can celebrate

My opportunities

With vengeance

Too long has my patience

Dried up in mad-illusions

While the black white collar criminal

Rabid our lives masterminding a plan

We plunge our way in disguise

Today we languid from  fake policies

Tomorrow our children pays the price

While we are long gone and forgotten

Earth worms make love with our skull

And dead waters slabber

We kink our hears

And pray for the fated day

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Make A Change

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if you keep on
Doing what ever
You have always 
done

You will keep on
Being who ever
you have always
been

Don kong i winya loki ba
lok man kela koyo
jal kong iwinya loki ba
lok man kela koyo
kong i winya loki ba
kela koyo ya

(refrain)
Yes i know that
how it sounds like
too well i know that
what it feels like

nothing changes 
unless you can
make a change
nothing changes 
Unless you make a change

(refrain)

Don kong i winya loki ba
lok man kela koyo
jal kong iwinya loki ba
lok man kela koyo
kong i winya loki ba
kela koyo ya


Verse(spoken word)

When hope 
is the only force
sweeter than the human will

Freedom, Justice and Peace
Are but illusion
Born out of the faculties
Of the same force
made divine by 
the same people who gave you 
Your banking System, 
Your corrupt educational system
Your free will

Its important to note
that freedom is a fundamental right
a right to decency
creativity, individuality and intellectualism

Killing creativity, individuality and Intellectualism
is more like modern day slavery
that which we must fight upon.

(refrain)
Yes i know that
how it sounds like
too well i know that
what it feels like

Don kong i winya loki ba
lok man kela koyo
jal kong iwinya loki ba
lok man kela koyo
kong i winya loki ba
kela koyo ya (X4)


Notes
To play the song you will ave to set your metronome at 70 beeps per minutes, 
the codes being used are E and Am don't forget the finger picking.

 

A Triptych

From the past to the future
I slit-wage my burden
Through a state in quagmire

Every leaf is dry
The nation is at stake
Yet a triptych stands in black yellow and red

The past
The present
And the future awaits a nation

Yesterday we feared our burden and took refuge
Another took care with a blunt knife and butchered ignorance
Our eyes were opened with a drop of knowledge-queen syrup

Today we curry the syrup back home as bread winners
Booms still rains and our nation still dead
Mothers cry but where is the innocent world around

Let me a number
Let me call you, no I don’t need your number
I rather sing to the entire glob yet a painting still stands with three panels

In black the past still hunts us
In yellow the present in hunting us
In red the future will hunt us

We must face it with iron hurts
We shall sweat and cry blood until the fated victory.
This is our only hope for a painting with three panels

    © Caesar Obong 2016

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Theocracy

Upon heavens
My blistering tong
Be sealed

Do not cry
For mother earth weeps
From the freckles and shackles
Of capitalism

Upon faith
Let money be history
The soils of the earth
Boggy messy with innocent Sins

Winners and losers
Shackles to shackles
Freckles to freckles
We loose no time in our quest

Let God be the highest priest
Let’s rule this nation
In Gods mercy
In deity there is hope.

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Trident of Hope

Begotten three scores a some
From dawn
To Dusk
My hope dwells in ignorance

The fated blow of life
Leaves a mean buffalo stranded
Begotten not made man
Fate knows no slave

Begotten not made sick
Form of corruption
Dwells. In dikes like a mad bull elephant
We hope some day, just some day

And just some day we pray
The Sun raises his fingers upon us
So that plants may speak of glorification
And hopes at three scores

Three suns will shine
Of the blew print in the sky
Of the unseen in our hearts
And of the mirror in its reflection we know in the darkness her light will shine.

    Caesar Obong 2016

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