AFRICAN ROOTS

Born in the Land of sun and dust
Mind and heart belonging to the ancient Mother-land
Withered and wild…
The both of us

Her ways cruel, yet just
The weak become bones in the sand
And life is breathed into the soul of a child
As with wide eyes, he bears witness

The Mother of his soul laid early claim
To the imagination and desire
That was to be the fuel
Of his lust to live and intensity to love

His heart and will could not tame
Caged in the stench of humanities mire
Shoulders heavy… hearts’ weight cruel
The price to pay for the freedom of an Emerald Dove

Willingly submitted to the circular chase
The dream of his being that would not erase
No price to pay too unjust
To be reborn… in the Land of sun and dust
Unknown "MiNe!" Frisky - 15 years, 8 months, 15 days ago