Breathing Space

Breathing Space

I wrote this Poem for the children of Africa

Counterpart sensation

Breathe in a dialect of the ground

Exercise your emotions toward

The universe power to heal itself

A gracious mirage upon a crows

mounting an top of innocence expresions

Many walked a mile

Between the walls of Babel

They turn an face the sun

With is myth fire

But nothing compares

To the slashes of their tongues

Cut piece by piece,

Marching holding hands

By any means necessary

We will stand and rise against oppression,

The voice of our ancestors is creeping inside my soul

Dearly winds,  please force

An avalanche of wisdom

To rush down their throat,

And just for a brief moment,

I dreamt of a unity country,

Not rule by man with fist ready

to harm thier own children

Standing at the end of journey

Full of fear they pray and ask heaven

To open up and hear their voices. .

Once men begin to remember

The time when they were children,

Only them

They will breathe again. . .

Rony Joseph  All rights reserved  2009