Bamishaye David Poems

Youth awake!
Awake from your daydreaming
Your floral heritage is sinking
The white horses are bleeding
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We are co-authors of our misfortune
We hired he-goats to guard our yams
The tremendous hunger at home is strong
The child cried for food
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Let this rain cleanse her wretched past,
Like Naaman in the Jordan's tide.
Let this pen staunch the bleeding wounds
Of centuries lost, and nail her sins to the cross.
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