Ode: to the King of Africa

Ode: to the King of Africa

Across her oceans-skies,

To Africas abodes, From where the African in friendship calls Man has journeyed to and fro, now alone!

From lands of north and south,

From seas of west and east, Against the winds of paradise And valleys where shrub and rains grow

Here from, one saith:

The sons of man have found The Great Zimbabwes crown

For thine is holy ground. Deathless star, behold thy brow Treasure and trophies are not to be found.

Lo! What mysterious death

Do we draw upon our chest? Confirmed by prophets long old Behold the greatness of their mind, soul

From there lands, thunder and fire:

The King moves in the dew Lays, new commandments on his people With black visions of gloom.

The Kings heart has music

He makes the seraph, he shall be: If he could, the sun would not rise,

To set forth more days of death

With exultant breath!... And cry victory, across the seas Like a Titan, seeing all men small:

This is your king, your King:

Your King of Africa!..

Note by the author: Voices are crying from the dust lands to the coast of Africa, from the ancient pillars to their new foundations [desiresthey cry to the world for help, prosperity, before they parish, like a blink in the sun. They say, we are all one; they are just not the lucky ones. *855 9/16/05

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Author:: Dennis Siluk
Keywords:: POETRY
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