Convoluted words strewn from tears long dried from my eyes
Blood-shot and weary, they stared days and night at the dying moon
Anticipating the day the sun will bow down and kiss the earth’s bosom
The day the rivers and streams will shut their overflowing mouths
Air headedly disapproving the gaze of the dry, old Baobab tree
The arid ground ruptured to every step I took down the hill
Cracked swollen heels gently massaged by the warm savannah soil,
As I weightlessly hauled my battered body through the veld
Seeking the bosom of a home I truly believed I belong
Where I could bath my soul in milk from the well-fed cows
Dipping my finger in the honey which my tongue will delightfully lick
Basking in the beauty of mother earth in bliss
But let it be known…there I sat, waiting for a new day to be born
Not once did the soppy winds and ferocious rains dampen my spirit
As I moved with the heart of lion and sifted through the land with buoyancy
of a gazelle
As blood oozed from one vein and vessel to the next
My heart beating like thousand drums in the forests of the Okavango
My mind was a canyon none had ever excavated
Its creeks and crevices boasted millions of stories unknown to the world
Although I thrived, brothers…there I sat for a new day to be born
Did I not watch the mountains crumble at the knee?
Or the seas that gobbled my brothers and sisters and spit their remains
ashore?
The bullet did carve its way through their knee caps, shoulders and spines
Guns hurling tons of cartridges at the feet of the grinning soldiers
Their cry echoed in the belly of the forest, without a word ever to be
heard
Their souls float with the evening breeze against the Acacia trees
The whispering wind remains to tell a tearful story
Stories never told and probably will never be told.
I have that story, in the coffers of my bone marrow
Because I did sit there, patiently waiting… for a new day to be born.
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