WHO FIXED WHO

There is a Broken Calabash in Africa,
Brother blames sister.

Even as;
The skies are getting darker,
First sun's back withdrawing farther.
Ever admirable moon getting dimmer.

Mountains conserved the water baskets,
Released moisture to give hills rain.
Farms were fertile and the harvest was ripe.
The sun went farther.

Bushes are thriving teasing crops,as they consume the lands.
Hands are tied,
Moons secretly cry.

As the shepherds watch in silence.
Almost blaming the gods.

Mini-moons in the eyes of men undergo phases.
Inquiry,
Lying,
Blaming,
Forgetting,
Confusion.

Judgement has befallen the second suns.
Big minds declare,"crescentia cujete,has fallen."
Milk and water spilt.

The gourd tree,once green and edible.
Its medicine only known to specific men.
First sun attempted to recover the milk but they wont let him.
Moon added water to the ground,in the mix there was a fix.
Mountains plead foul,
Broken calabash becomes a bowl,cracked at the brim.

The hills cannot drink,tree of knowledge thinks....
Will the sip be a trap?
Truth is subtle.

The moon-eyed men grape undivinely.
Chaos looms.
Blame game flames,the rocks are shuddering.

Fifty is ruled by three.
Soils of phasing moons ripple like water.
The second sun,frees and interlocks,average and poor alike starving.
Hungering from thirst.
Gold shall turn to dust before the doer is found.

Pieces float on the Rivers,
gushing down the Falls and into the Ocean.
Seas oversee yonder for they are the first suns.
The world asks ,"who broke the dry calabash?"

A wise voice responded,"The Family did."

Now they(sun,second sun,moon,mountains,hills and sea)all stare in stupor to what they let Africa turn into...
A grave for dead calabashes.

Revolution Beckons.

M.O.O aka Carswell evoL