Friday, 28 July 2017

The Masks of Africa by Anna Banasiak

In the never-ending dance
the masks of Africa spin to nowhere
they runaway from freedom
imprisoned in life
the words kill like the broken past
millions of lives are passing
at the speed of light
in the darkness of indifference
people are born
like frightened birds
conquering the world
we are only a dust
melting in the music of cosmos
in the expanding universe
the Shakespeare’s mask and the beggar’s mask
are dancing
in the heart of the suffering
whilst the bodies will disappear
in the African rain

Wednesday, 5 July 2017

The Flavors of Africa

In the pouring rain
I hear the melody of the fleeing birds
I’ m searching for my youth
in the glow of Malikongwa’s poetry
I’m listening to the voice of Africa
the echo of the past mingle with the rain
I’m the wanderer
returning to my land
open as the sky
hidden in the shadows of the trees
I taste the sounds
of eternal Africa