A NATIONAL TESTIMONY

Every part of our roof leaks
Our refuge is the space from one leak to the other
The drops on us, burn like trickles of magma
Heated by our fury for vengeance
At the clouds that gave us the rain

Our trees are falling
On our dogged shoulders they lean
For their falls to us is an out-pouring
Of the boiling sun
Heated by our fury for vengeance
At the years that grew them tall

Farewell our blighted farms we bade
To fallow from home, we sailed
To greener lands unknown
Now, nothing to call our own
Baba, may I beckon a Versed Emissary?
Once immersed in the blood of Abel
Or await your dreams so fairy?
And languish in this misery?

Alpha E. Y. 2017©

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