There is a fire burning in the belly
It rings inside like a lover on a telly
Perceptive for what is within truly
It crackles and wrangles over as paper,
Paper scripted by words of a mad rapper
It speaks in many voices of infinity
In the hills and street-ways of finality
Its sounds sing as the forever it afflicts
Not telling the inheritors of what it depicts
In short glimmers of light it shall be said
When all is full and the debts, are but sad
The fire in the belly shall burn on, as pledge
In furious flames to show the world its badge
As the curious songs of the maiden in the bush
Screaming: Oh, heaven open up to glory lush!
In the belly a new birth shall be told in earnest
Its identity strange, like the beast that took Ernest
Spirit, communing with scorching flames on skin
The birth in the belly twisting in the world’s spin
Pointing its inheritor in the ambles of turf
Where time ticks in freedom for all to surf
There is a fire burning; fire in the belly!
It rings inside like a lover on a telly
It crackles and wrangles over as paper,
Paper scripted by words of a sane rapper
Perceptive for what is within truly
It rises inside in the chilly dead of night
Peaking its nemesis into a cosy daylight
What a strange feeling it is; this fire
Oh no, it is nothing that is so dire!
It speaks in many voices of infinity
In the hills and street-ways of finality
Its sounds sing as the forever it afflicts
Revealing to the inheritor of what it depicts
This fire burning in the belly
Rings inside like a lover on a telly
Linda Sakazi Twala
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