Hide Or See

Hide or See
It’s hard to dance with the
Devil on your back
Huruma.Calcutta. Haiti.
Amazonia
Storeys of waste make
unfriendly neighbours in
trash bags so abused
“So blessed with farm
hands” they
philanthropically adduce
But, rain clouds are no help
to us
Cubicle homes with needle
holes seeping the life
Ruin. Disease. What gives
life, takes life.
Anatomies of Legos of
Despair
Here tin. ‘Ere mud. There
fortunate brick.
United. Bellies of air for
them and their soccer-team
kin.
At birth: Maya. She.
Madison. He. Mtoto (wetu)
Mother Earth bears us a
fresh soul;
Hope alone does it feel
Only love does it now know
Touching trust does it to all
man show
Cry! To tell a King is born
Could it be He who the
world awaits once more?
Kindred spirit cries on:
Life give me a thorn, I give
you a rose.
Devil, in this heart you roam
But in silvered glass meek
we stubbornly behold.
Projects. Slum. Ghetto. Kijiji.
Kwa Rais
Election victories and
successions.
Abroad education and
vacations.
Are we all citizens of one
nation?
Impoverishing Wealth and
his brother Enriching
Poverty
Sharing rooms of our home.
My good heart; persists,
believes
Another good heart exists
That knows one more (and
so it flows)
Beauty queens, fraudsters,
Judas and loving SP,
For all self-importance is a
facade born of sin, when
lonely we can see
With one shared warm
touch, the globe hot will
grow.
At the Gates we’ll know
your face
Heart. Soul. Vice. Virtue. If
at all.
We will stand all. One and
the same.
Realize the game of Money
and Fame.
As we still live and breathe,
Leave this Opera!
Take off your mask before
the daunting dusk.
It’s hard to dance with the
Devil on your back
It’s harder still when It’s
within
Putting off your light of
hope in dreams and in fellow man.
Take off the front
We will be a whole
Incomplete.