Africa's Lost Dance

We think we earned this space on earth, and we live dreaming of the lost Africa of dance lost under that ancient warrior's shield with too many dragged into the mass grave when the weight of the world pushed us down Here in sorrow's dream land we hear the songs like dancers do our dance is the only thing that makes the time pass here... we find peace in the songs (we can't get enough of them we've memorized them all line by line) enough memories of songs to last another generation we drink in them, and we dance with our eyes times have changed... it's a new world for everyone when the songs in our lives disappear what will our dance be? what should be done with all the time that lies ahead? Is it possible to dance once again to those songs in our lives and be able to take a completely different direction to the one that has made us who we are This lost Africa of dance has lost its meaning, and in political arguments we lost both war and peace, and danced till sorrow welled and spilled and engulfed us suspended in mid-air, hidden behind Africa's anonymity.