OPEN TRUTH

Desert of success- successful dunes

Young boy- like I was

Fighter for peace- will you win?

Clouds divided, white and dark-blue

From the shades of sky

From the rays of spirit

Sitting over my solid shoulders

Tinted by clay colors of ancestry,

Lean thighs padded against neck,

Inexperienced heels, bouncing over chest

Pure palms, semi-round my forehead

His navel rubbing my nape.

Him to know how it works, Son;

You a year old,

Here to protect your gold;

Mind, heart and glands

Those sparkling diamonds;

Eyes and instinct inside.

I may not control as we journey,

The red oil in your veins, enemy seeks

To spill it.

Truth is a difficult concept,

You will see abhorring things.

Some around, others beyond villages,

Hear the rumors with ounces of truth,

Shall you investigate? As suspicion drives

You out, a woman will come, she will trap

Lessons and experiences gathered,

Thus shape you according to her world.

My boy! Storms of drought will come.

You, drown in destitute depression

Because of civilized systems,

Those Swahili quotes, proverbs

And teachings will not change,

The needs of your innards.

Laws will be shoved, down

Your forest-cultured personality,

You will forget how we walked,

Through the valley of;

                                      Rain, river, bush and gushes

                                      Stone, soil, trip and topple

                                      Flower, fruit chew and churn

                                      Male, meat snares and smoke

Memories unrecoverable.

You will walk lonely street,

Desperate as a lost child.

Inked fingers, brushing goatee

As you attempt to synthesize states,

Emotions mix, like music and dance

Swaying across your soul, matter

There a song composed by thee,

Finally. Brain cells jig to rhymed reality.

“World greater than you and I,” said father.

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL