The sunrise melts my bones

The sunrise melts my bones;

creates in my heart inspired tones

of the deepest love one can’t deny

for the African sun in the African sky.

This beyond-beautiful sighting

is due to more than merely glorious lighting

in the air… it’s this deep-rooted feeling of Life:

this place is so alive… the feeling is rife

among the happily-trotting antelope,

the busy badgers that stumble and grope,

looking for rivers of honey

wonderfully sweet, golden and runny.

The fish-eagles soar and scope the waters, sapphire;

and dream of endless flights of freedom for all time; entire.

My heart is home

Africa: my heart is home;

where wide waters flood and flow,

and brave beasts roar and roam;

and the roots of Time itself find place to grow.

I am one person standing alone

beneath the brilliantly shining sun,

adoring Nature’s works of intricately carved stone,

watching the wise ants march, and the silly monkeys run.

I hear booming voices analyse;

their biting comments criticise

obvious, terrible wrongs,

and many oppressive goings-on;

but none of them find strength to pray

for their enemies, for these oppressors.

They can only find hateful things to say

of these tyrants, their moral lessers.