Song of Glory. I cant break down, and weep; Even if my glands rapture. I have to see the beauty, and feel the fragrance of tomorrow, Once the night dies. Could somebody curse the sun? It has done us evil-- It has kept rain at bay, Tanned our beautiful skins, Razed our fortune to oblivion, And warmly welcomed famine; and hunger... But someday, somebody: Will tickle the sky, It will laugh and and laugh and laugh; It will cry and cry and cry-- Never to shut up. Thence forth shall come tears, To wipe dust from our itching eyes, Well regain composure; Thus know where to step-- In fire, mud or warm thresholds... Wagtails shall sing and sing, Sweet hymns long drowned by guns and groans, Whilst dancing and making love on sprouting Olives, And a cold breeze whirl by-- Away taking oduors of today. Children everywhere shall, In unison sing: Odes to heroes fallen, Whilst naked, dancing Ndombolo, Stomachs-full of yams and fish... To their Simbas, men shall return, After the season of whoring and warring... Women will be rendered pregnant-- again and again, Thus recover from the bout of barrenness, And the toxic conjugal thirst... Women shall writhe in cold no more, But moan and gasp-- Amid sensational cuddling, kissing, caressing... Their thin and flabby breasts, Shall sag no more; But swell and distent with cholostrum, To nourish gallant sons and daughters: To spark violent revolutions; And harvest freedom... Our girls shall no more desperately linger, In bus terminals, and filthy streets-- Koinange, Sodom... Whilst ardoning in belt-cum-skirts, Their hives open for combers. Our girls shall no more wander, Like criminals and fugitives, Just to keep away their clitories; Not to be chopped by a butchers knife! We shall derive pride from our lads, As they morph into men-- full of reason and wisdom, A reminder of the sweet past... Thence wardens would lose jobs, As prisons will be locked. Many a bullet will go unfired, And the monster of violence unawakened... Stars shall again shine, And the golden moon descent: To end the turbulent reign of darkness, For beloved Gods children, To beat the eternal night of segregation and betrayal... Thus march into the paradise fathomed! Into the paradise fathomed, We shall march, Our hands wide open, Crying our hearts out: Singing the song of glory.
Posted on: Sun, 29 Jun 2014 18:35:21 +0000
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