Wednesday, March 31, 2010

Joseph


the innermost desire of the sufferah shall serve as your daily prayer
your fears shall yield to a strength unknown
your knees will straighten at the cry of your brother
his pain, to be claimed as your own.

the passing of life from this world to the next,

shall no longer be classified as death
while feelings of sadness and grief shall retire,
as love overrules our regrets

a joyful song shall be heard for the longer
each time that a life is conceived
not even the sick will long after pity,
for triumph has sewn all a seed.

1 comment:

  1. Push the language. You gave hints. Read
    Claude McKay's "hard times." "quashie to buccra" and "my native land, ny home" you'll know what i mean. You'll dig it.

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