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.
Judge from afar
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.