Presented at radio universe for the first time on Sunday, April 15, 2007.
Let's sing all the Halleluja's
And when we are all done
We shall retire to our beds
And our moon shall be red
In shame
We have been drained
Like sugarcanes
Chaff.
Burnt by the sun
Sons of God
From His presence
To our hut: the palmwine drips from our pots
Is that our essence?
If and when we would decide to read poetry or a piece of discerning article a day, our world is, then headed for a change. No magic potion whatsoever: if there were, politicians would have used it a long time ago. Our mind is all that we have; the only exception to tricks of all corners and angles. Enjoy the luxury and peace of poetry...
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