From the Mists I Came
Smile ,smile my seanie bonnie smile .
why must i smile ?, whilst i carry all these luggages to my soul
my soul , my poor soul !
with all the miserable happenings bringing intense suffering to my soul
why must i suffer ?
reconciliation mustn't be taken as a priority .
just because
the rivers ,the seas and the oceans are all full of nothing .
nothing but the blood ,the blood of innocent civilians
sons and daughters of Africa
our ancestors, who perished through slavery
and us the offspring still perishing in poverty
so why must i smile ?
i walked all the way from my poor past
and came all the way to my well equipped
i went deep down the mines ,in search for minerals
instead of my finding the gold ,the silver and the bronze
i met lions ,zebras ,kudus even lizards ,men !!!
instead of them devouring me , they said
" leave this poor african soul, he's looking for a better life
a life that will make him smile "
smile, smile my seanie bonnie smile !!!
Copyright © Sean Claudine | Year Posted 2011
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