Dusts Of Africa Poem by David N. Munene

These dusts of Africa
Have in the World no replica
Unique, lovely dusts

We on them dance
Our joys and sorrows at every chance
Carrying them with the whirlwind like locusts

When the rains fall,
They rise in stardom call
Like elevated satellite masts

Our seed playfully on the dusts rolls
Emerging whites with black souls
With laughter that blasts

Stained our feet
Inhaled by donkeys' bleet
Pandora from high up for them lusts

Hail African dusts!
Hail the African dusts!
Wherein will lie our lasts!