PolitBuro Sessions

PolitBuro Sessions: NUFF SAID!

By Mak Manaka

In the name of music

We move to the uncompromising sounds

Of the one-eyed General

Young and old

We soldier on

Jiving free from race politics

Our nightmares are swallowed

By the delicate orders

Of urban rhythms.

On the dance floor we are colourless

Fearless in the eyes of Armageddon

Holding hands

Like lovers in a storm

And lonely hearts

Have the Dj as their companion,

The poet recites our smiles

While eclipsing passion

With tears of joy

And married men move with the night

Despite of time

Everybody is out tonight

Even the shadow boxing junkies

With fingers that have gone yellow around the edges

And also the Newtown rastas

With Jamaican tongues

“Bless mi Lord

            Fire still.....seen?”

Politburo is our own multicultural platter

With more than just music on our plates

We sang the night in colours of unity

Though some tip-toed across the dance floor

Staggering and shouting the lord’s name

Coz they cant handle waters of Babylon           

And so they babbled on,

Stumbling and mumbling sounds of Armageddon

Shikisha was another planet in Newtown

Pieces of Politburo can be traced back

To the first sound a child makes after birth

Its all love baby,

Its the Nuff Said Kollective, my love

So lets a take ride down memory lane

With Tidal Waves jamming in the background

Coz some memories are hard to let go

They exist only in the centre of our souls

Untouched by circumstance.

The Politburo is me and you

That loud music of pure peace

At the end of a Rainbow.