Michael Manley
We saw bloom at midday where dreams begun
Moon casting spell on tides, despite the sun.
We squanded you like pennies on the street
And did not know the price was adding up
To our misery and the barren table; defeat
For every tomorrow is the failure of today.
But do not blame the others so badly yet
For we did not, and cannot know our position
When we have no time and space, sweat
Was all we mark our hours by; the dry and wet.
And we who lost our name and tongue in
One passage, recalled only the deep within us
And could not stop the eye always looking in
Nor see the wind that pounded rock to dust.
Your genius is that you knew it all, and said
What we understood but could not remember
While howling hunger staggered in the head.
Still, you were such a great visionary leader;
And only trusted too much the sycophants. I
Think of you and light waters the desert eye.
Copyright © David Smalling | Year Posted 2012
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