THE RYHMELESS REFRAIN Of AFRICA

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My face is masked in dust
My path shrouded by my wrinkled age
Bring my weary bones to dusk
End my eyes the dripping sores of today
I am tired of regurgitating rotten relic
I wish to relinquish a spilling rage
Take me to the sea
I care little of the snow flakes
Let it crack still my hair strands
Make shrill my voice
Imbrue my haggard coat
I will still sing bold
The crest is greener on the other side
Take me home
Where I shall sleep with peacocks
Where my name will fly like eagles
Where my fossils will remain golden

By Alpha E. Y. 2016©

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