The Sorrow Night Songs [Poetry]

THE RISE OF BIRTH

I have come with a lantern
In the day,
But I am here—with my hands barefooted in the night!

I have seen darkness
In the presence of light
And light
In the presence of darkness

I see what of terror,
Just like the night!
The night in NightmareVisions.

Hear grows the seeds our forefathers planted,
Before traveling in soils beneath our feets

They sowed home with joy,
That we will grow fruits for the
visions left behind,

They watered us with hope,
That with the strength left,
We will sing build towers in the vineyard

But we have found holy waters drowning us

with blacks hitting blacks

& blacks biting blacks,

We rise as new generations
sucking the African milk
without care for the future.

Carried on the wings
of hat without heart,
And passionate without passion!

Have we lost the truth?
Absolutely no!
We just don't know where to
get a copy for ourselves!

This is the rise of a new generation,
Marching in Africa,
Seeking for the sun
even in the seasons of the moon!

We dream lullabies for Africa,
But rise to sing dirges!

May this land be safe—till we meet again
With new visions at the empty
spaces of our blood!