RIVER DEEP SECRET

I share a river-deep secret with Africa;
We both know the reason for weeping,
It has nothing to do with being the dark continent
It has something to do with being the dark mind,
The bloody tears have flowed through dusty centuries,
And we are still so homeless.

We are as lost as the Bushman on Kruger Street,
As wet as the hippo´s tears in his muddy hollow life,
As old as the echo across vacant Karoo plain,,
We are as fierce as the beast at his bloody repast,
As distant as the Botswana drum across dry river bed,
And we are still so homeless.

Our thundered sky is weary of tears ,
But our dark lids are full of rain,
The black man runs, so does the cheetah,
Black has little to do with the skin,
Black is only the colour of the sad soul,
And we are still so homeless.

I share a river deep secret with Africa,
We both know the reason for weeping,
The earth cares little, the stars know,
The moon laughs hysterically at the crazed sun,
While he burns his promise, & turns us black,
And we are still so homeless.