Poets' Corner
Manna from Heaven
Not so
That we may
Lose ourselves in it
But that we may
Gather strength
Here preserved
Is our past
Here in passing
Is our present
Here pregnant
Is our future
Here I
Nothing is all glory
And all is not sorry
Who am I
But a naked warrior
Wandering
In search of pure images
Of hunger and happiness
Calling us out - I mean
Lets throw down
And what's this war for
But to advance Human Dignity
Without the compromise
Beyond the vile clutches
Of self-hatred
And the pursuit of loneliness
Dancing with deliberate ignorance
On this death bed
Of the master deceiver
Fortifying this sandcastles...
So light up
For though we have eternity
We have no time
To lose ourselves
In ourselves...
Now
Here come the children
The beautiful ones
Who will smash the sand castles
And build pyramids
Water the fields now barren
Embrace the universe
Love one another
Work the land
To yield its wealth
To nourish all
Protect the rights from wrong
No manna will fall from heaven
The power is I and I
We
The people
Rise!
Lasana M. Sekou
Staten Island, New York, USA.
