Where is the peace?
No one can tell
How about bliss?
Not in this hell
Not in this state
Nor at this rate
Not with such turmoil
No, not at all.
So from our hearts these questions flow
Oh where did our souls go?
Like birds they did fly
Into the angry grey sky
Up into the nothingness
Of nature’s awesome existence
People see! There goes our magic
A big loss, so tragic
Life has turned a darker shade
Great expectations, all fade
The cheetah has lost its spots
Our identities are far gone
Days are full of night
We are filled with such fright
Our strength has been drained
Our hearts have gone faint
No more, masters! No more pain!
Open up and let us in
We, with our sweat-beaded skin
Let us in through the freedom gate
We, with memory-loads of ever-increasing weight
The memories of bitter nectar and sweet bile
Of joyous weeping and sad smiles
Balanced in our self-inflicted wounded hands
We cry out; set free the sacred dove
Oh masters of our lands
Set free our souls….sick, tired souls,
Yet ones, that still know…
Of yesterday’s peace...and tomorrow’s love.
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ReplyDeleteThe poem does talk about the peace and harmony that existed formerly in our country and in Africa as a whole. And how our glory days are over due to the rule of some of our leaders. The plea is from the deepest part of the writer’s soul. It is in effect a cry by all Africans, who yearn and hope for a land full of peace, joy and harmony and love for one another. For a land devoid of pain, suffering and sorrow.
ReplyDeleteyeah...the yesterday mentioned definitely isn't a recent yesterday but numerous yesterdays ago...probably way before colonialism hit us. or way back when we were newborns...when freedom and independence were fresh in the air. our fathers had hope i'm sure, though i was not born yet.
Deletecorruption by our own leaders, extreme thirst for power, fame, riches and the willingness to do all it takes to get there including trading their people, is messing us up.
but then we know when we look back to the peace we once enjoyed that all is not lost. we are filled with hope that if the 'dove' is set free as it should be, love will reign once more...and peace.
i think the cries of Africans can be seen clearly through these current revolutions being witnessed from Tunisia to Egypt.
Lord help us all.