How deserted lies the city,
once so full of people!
how like a widow is she,
who once was great among the nations!
she who was queen among the provinces
has now become a slave…
2020/5/18
but some of her fathers did not
sing the Lord’s song in foreign land –
well, there were still miles between
home & away. & the globe was not
yet a bulb…
some Gervey’s home nostalgia,
and Marley’s exodus to Canaan…
then – egypt was not part of our districts
& no pharaoh had yet become our blood brother –
or they wear yet to wear the crown…
but is it nothing to you, who pass bye? that we wallow in the oceans we had crossed – & those chariots that hecked-out in the sea now hack-on on our lands… & we’ve dreamt enough in these waters…
today, i fetched a goblet of fresh honey.
the fumes are fresh too – the taste is still new – just as it was at marah – maybe it was better though, remember it’s an old wine in a new cup & a new source too…
you know Gervey never found home & Marley died in exodus… so china is free to know antic chemistry of world crowd reduction,
that we could die foreign death in homelands…
is it nothing to you, who pass bye -
that our slavers now deny the songs they taught us at babylon?
maybe because our blooders now know better – the melody of forlorn hope in gleeful bald’da..da…sh – how to sing foreign fragments in the lord’s land…
when I get to heaven,
I’ll tell my Father that
I was all time away at home,
& those who the sons set free were never free indeed…
NB: since words are only abstract signifiers, & no link between a photo & an entity - all are splatters of dung, only the concerned goes for a wash...
picture credits to pintrest.
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