Hi Word World
I haven't been writing much except for reports and systems, Banking IT is not for the faint hearted...but Im still here and the word still leaves here...here is a piece of reading I thought I must share with you
The Gods Wrote We are breath of drop of rain
Grain of sea sand in the wind
We are root of baobabFlesh of this soil
Blood of Congo brush elegantAs breast of dark cloudOr milk flowing through the groaning years
We also know Centuries with the taste Of white shit down to the spine
The choice is ours So is the life
The music of our laughter reborn
Tyityimba or boogaloo passion
Of the sun-eyed gods of our blood
Laughs in the nighttime, in the daytime too
And across America vicious citiesClatter to the ground.
Was it notAll written by the gods!Turn the things! I saidLet them things roll
To the rhythm of our movement
Don't you know this is a love supreme!John Coltrane John Coltrane tell the ancestors
We listened we heard your message
Tell them you gave us tracks to move
Trane and now we know
The choice is oursSo is the mind and the matches too
The choice is oursSo is the beginning'We were not made eternally to weep'The choice is oursSo is the need and the want too
The choice is oursSo is the vision of the day
© 2002, Keorapetse Kgositsile From: If I Could SingPublisher: Kwela Publishers, South AfricaISBN: 0-7957-0126-8 Labels: Poetry