After Katherina
After Katherina
My faith half mast like a flag
Beat no tambourina
For shining citadel and rag
Of old traditions
That could just walk away
Form the desolations
To tell us pray.
After Katherina
I saw the Mason-Dixon line
Was no mere enigma
The living are not color blind
God gave us eyes
To see, memories to keep
Where the waters rise
We must wade the deep
We must like a fist
Bring its fingers together
With love insist
Our children shall not scatter
Wrath for black birds dinner
And after the fire next time
And after Katherina
No Ceaser shall spend the dime
After Katherina
My soul like thunderbolt shook
And wrote Aluta continua
With lightning in a book
Of water colored grief
Where history floats dead bodies
And found no relief
For colonies of sweet theories.
Copyright © L'Nass Shango | Year Posted 2009
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