| Ode to life (and my reason for it) |
| Standing in the gloom Only dust and dirt to see Black faces everywhere Anger, seething from pores Dread filling empty hearts A mind between stands oblivious Pictures so vivid and beautiful Of many greens, and leaping through trees An immaculate bright blue stream Skips past an amethyst stone Past a blithe pixie Barely visible in its reality An emerald stone is about its neck The stone glints and catches the warm sun Keeping the vision alive Harmonious pipes sound The pretty chirruping of Bambasires Dazzling creatures unknown Chanting in foreign tongues Dancing elegantly Happiness radiates as pearls and pinks Oh for my happiness Oh to be there And oh to be free |
