Re: The Official Poetry Thread
slightly ill cadence there^^... i like.
go back to the place where their dreams were free,
the simple life where the black man was the master
and the cattle his slave.
run forward to the land of rhythmic feet, a mark of
true afrikanizm, the justified colloquial party,
that never ceased. her feminine contours,
virgin and beautiful, were the temple of divinity....
they worshipped the earths and it's mother....
back when they knew free.