Kilimanjaro's Echo
Drum rolling down Africa's paradigm
A symphony begins at the edge of a cliff
To kiss the feet of Mount Kilimanjaro
To meet defeat into a crashing concerto...
Bursting into life echoes that sing wall to wall
The mighty mountain unmoved still...standing tall
Ancient, ever rising facing her uncertain future
Of tributaries that are now free to overrun
Waves carry them on prevailing winds
And leave her land drained of their young minds
Of their love, of their fleeting feet like gazelle’s
Of their laughter, their boisterous chanter like angels
The mountain recalls the grasp of their hands
As they hugged her bosom to the summit
The sound of their footsteps...as they marched to the top
And their jubilation on her crown shared freely
Her profound sigh can be seen rolling down her face
Covering the land below in a gloomy mist
Her disenchantment visible as she boils boulders
Her once cool head losing control - not lactating
She cannot to be moved...they’re spoiled and lost
They’ll return overseas to find her still proud and stern
Her heartache will destroy her like an earthquake
And she will erode into the ocean trying to find them
Her dormant volcano will rumble into a chorus
And the drum roll that gave birth to their rhythm
Will dissipate her melody into a silent grave
Kilimanjaro - Africa's breast - where flows your milk?
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