LETTER TO THE GODS
Chanting down the walls of Babylon From the hills of the watershed, Stretched from the breathe Of Kwame Nkrumah to the high soles Of Thomas Sankara, Be here but just be there, Go and come—saying to them, Come and go, Chanting, Be there but here And here and there. You are the men who stood at the edge Of the world, Here and there, Willing to fall thousand times, There and here, And rise once! For all that you stood for. When you were there but here And here but there. You showed us sad, You lost us joy! You found us new, You sold us old! You said, Quietly you stood! You never walked alone, You came here mellowed! You paid the cost, The debt, you couldn’t! You ate, But staved because you ate not! You became my neighbor When laboured from dawn to dust! Your blood spoke black, Like the feathers of your skin—dark! You came back, Unmasked your...
