USA Africa Dialogue Series - Rejuvenation(Poem)(Full Version)

Let me travel to the resort

Of rejuvenation

And tuck self inside the sanctuary

Of solitude.

Let me shield my eardrums

From this din.

 

The wind whistles,

The snakes hiss,

The squirrels squeal,

The song birds squirm

And sing staccatos,

Sundry shrieks pervade the shrub.

 

The choristers chant cantatas

And the cants,

The music manipulates.

Minions

Kneel

Mumbling.

The pastors prance

Preaching doctrines doctored.

 

Napalms pound the pews,

Heads from bodies sever.

Eyes dripping innocence

Bore

Into the heart of hate.

 

I am dying in this din;

Sovereign funds,

Stolen funds,

Subsidies,

Same sex marriage

And Strikes.

 

I am dying in this din;

Awards,

Aides,

Aid,

AIDS,

Grants,

And occupy.

 

Surgeons of Satan

With surgery sets set

To sever arteries so suction will start.

Blood will be drained,

The system will be filled

With the stench of suffering.

 

Let me heed the clarion call

Of my muse,

Let me step on the road to rejuvenation

And leave behind

Minstrels munching crumbs,

Motors in gridlocks

Hooting,

Hounds hounding news hounds

And hungry humanity huddled

On dirty streets decorated.

Let me leave behind

Demagogues doling out deceits.

 

I will return with bags bountiful,

I will return rejuvenated

To re-paint the dirtied walls,

I will return

To adorn this abode with beauty.

 

The road recedes,

The journey lengthens.

My quickened steps

Slow to rhymes recited

By tongues of tired travelers.

 

I quickened my steps again

Reaching the resort of rejuvenation,

Humming the hymn of hope.

 

 

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