Africa Calls To Me: Version 2
And I
hear her voice
In
the beat of drums that echo the rhythm of my days
And
the lilt of songs that rock the lullaby of my nights
In
the twist of tales that guide the journey of my ways
And
the sigh of breath that swirls the dance of my flights
And I
listen to her words
In
the surging roar of the lion that awakens my belief
And
the silly laugh of the hyena that helps me to cope
In
the soft rumble of the elephant that fills me with relief
And
the gentle stir of the gorilla that revives my hope
The
sounds of
Are
the cries of the world’s first born and forgotten child
Taking us back into the womb of creation
The
sounds of
Are
the songs of the world’s sacred and untamed wild
Placing our hearts on the altar of oblation
When
I am close by
With
the crackle of village campfires that light my skies
And
the rattle of machine gunfire that shatters my calm
With
the rustle of timid wildlife that answers my sighs
And
the bustle of busy town life that sings my psalm
And I
hear her drum
In
the canyon cry of the fish eagle that frees my soul
And
the desert hush of the sand dune that soothes my mind
In
the forest call of the loerie that makes me whole
And
the bushveld drone of the cicada that blots out time
When
I am far away
With
the crashing of ocean waves that hug her shores
And
the lashing of phantom slaves that haunt her past
With
the rumbling of thunder clouds that drench her pores
And
the crumbling of plunder plots that cannot last
The
sounds of
Are
the screams of the world’s deepest and darkest fears
Yearning for the light of emancipation
The
sounds of
Are
the words of the world’s most wise and neglected seers
Pointing towards the star of salvation
And I
listen to her song
In
the babbling of bright markets that buffet my senses
And
the lament of lone hawkers that pervade my dreams
In
the buzz of packed stadiums that lower my defences
And
the hoot of crammed taxis that mimic my screams
And I
answer her call
Though my whisper is drowned in the cacophony of despair
And
my tune wanders in the maze of melodies lost and found
Yet I
remain captivated by the symphony we share:
A
perfect score of light and a pure celebration of sound
Copyright 2007
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