River Mirror Introspection

I stood by the river, transfixed; Watching the renegade waves; The rising and falling of it's pulsating chest; Frolicking back and forth like a yoyo The defiant harmatan wind, Whistling sofly under it's breath I could not see where the river started Or where it ended I looked the river straight in the eyes And the river stared back at me Suddenly, realising we were alone; The fishermen, and all other interlopers haven retired; As the violent sun recoiled into it's shell Shielding itself from the gnawing clutch of nightfall At the background, the resonating shrill Of estranged crickets and frogs pleading for attention; Reminding us that other tenants are all eyes and ears We are the fishermen; We are the interloppers; We are the estranged crickets and frogs Pleading for attention We are the forgotten dream of a withered continent; We are the homeless, the poor, the needy and the downtrodden We are the forgotten dreams of the future generations of Africa