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
2 comments:
Wonderful l. where can I post mine to share them as well.
Kenya "\: Beneath the soft dawn,/the rattling matatus /pass on the road /in a could of dust/and so it begins/as the sun fillls the sky, and heat rises/children walk to school, bare feet leave soft imprints in the dust.
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