Change
Through curtains of sunlight
I see sweet seas of sugar, young
And lissom as a winsome lass
Dancing. I smell the perfume of the night,
Worn as a wheeze upon a dying lung.
Youth is a phase we pass
Reluctantly in the history of these
Shores. That girl is going to rear
Children who will move for the breeze
Water their eyes with tear.
Let the green stalks dance now
Sugar is reaped with fire here.
Mutabaruka alone at the canoe bow,
No other captain is there.
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