From the bloodless wars
With sunken hearts
Our booths full of pride-
From the true massacre of the
soul
When we have asked
‘What does it cost
To be loved and left alone’
Bringing the pledge
Which is written in rainbow
colours
Across the sky-for burial
But is not the time
To lay wreaths
For yesterday’s crimes,
Night threatens
Time dissolves
And there is no acquaintance
With tomorrow
The gurgling drums
Echo the stars
The forest howls
And between the trees
The dark sun appears.
When the dawn falters
Singing songs of other lands
The death march
Violating our ears
Knowing all our loves and tears
Determined by the spinning
coin
To the green foothills
To drink from the cup
Of warm and mellow birdsong
‘To the hot beaches
Where the boats go out to sea
Threshing the ocean’s harvest
And the hovering, plunging
Gliding gulls shower kisses on
the waves
Where through the lightening
flash
And the thundering rain
The famine the drought,
The sudden spirit
Lingers on the road
Supporting the tortured
remnants
of the flesh
That spirit which asks no
favour
of the world
But to have dignity.
Copyright © Lenrie Peters
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