
WANDER In this dip soil,
This very earth
What is high, what is low?
Who is king, who is slave?
I wander
Because you are dark,
I touch you with my hand,
My left hand
And my palm was open greedily to receive
But still giving me free
Why?
I wander
Mother; princess of the Nile
Possessed with spirits
Crowning my head
With Gold, Bronze and silver.
A prince?
I wander
The Sheppard that haven his flocks
The one with an iron shield
The God of lives
Since when you are gone
The herd’s no more
Lions chased us
Hyenas mock us
We have falling
Some are striving
When will there be safe again
We wander. |