Cool Me Down

Sometimes I burn with desire and passion The feeling that entangles my heart and mind That makes me vulnerable to emotions It pierces me from within, sets my body in rage Love is hell burns internally, where is heaven My black heaven, the daughter of Africa Send me black woman to cool me down Sometimes I sit down out of this world In the vacuum of earthly religions Thinking hard which is true one thereis none Muslim pagan to Christian, Christian Kafir to Muslim Whether heaven is full of honey, milk and;virgins to Jihadists My coffee is dark I need milk and honey for my earthly sip Quench my testosterone with a virgin on earth Heaven is too far for me Send me African religion to cool me down. Sometimes I feel sorry for those in sorrow and boredom Isolated from life and happiness, frowned I see the mummies The spirits have left them, they hover over their heads I sit inbetween them with my philosophies to brighten them faces Story, there is no death to life but to the body We neither go to heaven nor hell, life is transformed into another body The newborns, ancestors live in them life goes on Nkurumah,Kenyatta,Makeda live in I and I The Livy Through stories, spirits gets back into them. Send me weed to cool me down. Sometimes I look up in the sky,”heaven” is now visible They have thinned the ozone so they could see God But the more I look up for “heaven” the more I don’t see it My eyes blinded by the rays from “hell” I see through my skin which is in fire,and carcinomas The springs and rivers turned into trenches tributaries to hell Tears for my brothers and sisters...Down in.. Turkana and Baringo have no food, they feed from their own fat. Consumed by sun the “hells’” fire into bones and carcasses Send me rain…. NO Send me fire to cool me down