When the CHIMURENGA commenced
We leapt into battleDance
Dancing our primacy birthDance
In the liberationDance
DeathDance begets BirthDance
It is then that we
Can sleep neck to neck
Our souls corresponding to this common call
Into intimate caves’ cozy corners:
For tomorrow…
Tomorrow holds our garnished dreams
Of infant fantasies
So go…
Go into the pathways of our dreams
And capture our imagination
Not the broken winged nightingale
That cannot sojourn across skies
But remember:
DeathDance begets BirthDance
09/09/11 Legon
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