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O! Original Earth



In this land of twenty million years and Ishango Bone; the root of man in his original life, in his foremost loss, from the barren drums of home to the brimming terms of literacy, Egypt, Carthage, the Nubian Kingdom, the Great Zimbabwe, Sahel, Hutu and Tutsi now both so scorched in grief!

Malawi, Kenya and of Livingston’s Victoria Falls, Lake Victoria; the Nile, its soggy trough beseech!

O! Original land, you shall not go! Stay your spirit’s dancing in splendid hope's refrain!

O! Children come! Stand upon on the back of eternity and pray for rain!


© 2006 mrp/thepoetryman

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  1. God I love the images and words on this site! Have I told you that before? ;-)

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  2. I think perhaps you have, but tis fine with me if you repeat yourself, I do it constantly.

    I also talk to myself in public, much to the chagrin of wife and daughter! :>)

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  3. TPM,

    How true this poem is.

    Alone in Kenya, the animals are dying by the hundreds. The folks need to come to the cities for water. They bring their animals too, if they survive.

    And yet the government still spends on fancy cars and nothing for the people.

    I know this first hand from my sister who lives there now.

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  4. Oh, I forgot to tell you also, that your poems are simply divine.

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  5. Thank you, Lizzy... I am merely a cog in the machine. A cog in the machine...

    I appreciate you visiting.

    Do come back, relax, have a cup of joe and dive in...

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