No place on earth is more changeable than the seasonal forest
Undergoing radical transformations from the world above
Year after after year
To spend a day here is nature’s way of offering a spa
A bathe in nature
No place under the constellations echoes such beauty
Denying this blessing is like hosting the roland garros amongst the stars,
My fathers father braved these woods
These vines have been mingling in my veins before my chain and slave trade days
I am an original Blackman
Descended from the soil and birthed from the womb of an African deity
Four hundred rotations ago,my life was worth less than ngwe and kwacha
Or perhaps ivory and copper.
I was taken by ship,auctioned and campused through the door of no return
To Babylon I was cast
Told to believe without questioning their religion,
They called it faith
And in that maze of what is and what could not be, Our fathers tree’s had lost their roots
They now tell us to believe without questioning
And they call it obedience,
But in my dreams I have seen the clouds crushing and the world on fire,
I have pierced my probing eyes through the veil of anonymity,
Ethiopia is the promised land. Not Jerusalem.
Poverty shoo
Rent ain't paid, kids not fed, bill collectors knocking
No penny, no cent, no rupee or kwacha
Hunger stalks, stands there to watch ya
Poverty shoo
No dollar, no pound, no euro
Belly aches, smile is fake
Wife is not happy, kids are screaming
Poverty shoo
Give me a break, go someplace else
Leave me in peace
Lord give me a job I pray
Rent ain't paid, kids barely fed, bill collectors tripping
No dime, no nickel, no quarter
Nothing to sustain me but water
Poverty be gone I pray
©2016