THINGS FALL APART
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 »