Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Forgiveness
A breathe of freshness
A dance in the market square
A song for the gods
A union of angels
A rhythm understood only by greatness
A whisper from the lips of saints
Words uttered by the dumb
Life in a cycle
Day dreams turned into nightmares
So we danced like angels
Our sacrifices prided its glory
And we sang praises like gods
With our fingers we played the best of harps
With our lips we played our flutes like never
Our palms made love to the talking drum
As our hearts were filled with a different vibe
With celebration in the air
We danced in an insane manner
Water droplet turned into rain
And the gods washed us of our sins
Though the dark clouds grew even darker
But the purest of hearts shined
So bright that it poured outwards
Total cleansing of our father’s land
Though the day comes to an end
Our virgins pride themselves
Warriors chant their victory song
Children celebrates the renewed blessing
A reconciliation of gods and his subjects
Never forgetting the prize payed
This is victory
This is a new day born out of the old
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