My heart beats a rhythm of oldIt is a simple complex sound that has foldA western wind blew on Africa long agoIt was seen as it flowBeautiful was it in the oldBut now it cannot hold It has brought a wonderful reformI wouldn’t say it was uniformFormal education,the court systemImproved health,good transport systemJust to mention… Read More »
My heart beats a rhythm of oldIt is a simple complex sound that has foldA western wind blew on Africa long agoIt was seen as it flowBeautiful was it in the oldBut now it cannot hold It has brought a wonderful reformI wouldn’t say it was uniformFormal education,the court systemImproved health,good transport systemJust to mention… Read More »
Shining the eyes back to the agesGlancing through the Black CityAnd Hearing the mystic rythm rid of pityOf the jungle drums pure and untaintedAll assets were in the primitive and unpainted Shining the eyes back to the agesFlipping through the pagesOf the Fathers, their fight against the cagesAnd their rage against the illusion and intrusionOf… Read More »