Art Poem by Ndina Kamaro Muofhe

This giant of time sleeps unconscious but not dead
Like an outcasted ferocious beast,
the fierce creation of our Maker imprisoned in the belly of the abyss

Let these verses be a reminder to all of us
That art is the beginning of everything, and God is an artist

Art is God in a visible and audible forms
It is that wand with magic that produces results from nothing

I look at and listen to all that God has created
All that mankind kind cannot lay claim of

I wonder where God kept all the manuscripts contented
with the blueprints, the samples and the designs of all that He created

Art is a deity of an immortal status
Art is encrypted messages from the gods and goddesses of the first world

It is prophetic and a healer in nature
It is a spirit that reincarnates generationally

It is the revelation of secrets of that spirit
Art is the perfect picture of the world hidden from us

It is the revolution that politics tried to subdue within its bureaucracy
With the fear that its pureness would vindicate the greatness of God's matrix

The old world order killed vessels who carried its pure spirit
The new world order starve vessels who maintain its authenticity