Night Vigil Candles

To my rivers of thinking needles in my heart to the haters’ smile goes to the cake love, I cannot stop lamenting to lemonade. My comrades they were sealed in plastics bags to pontiff to the sponge looks in the sea bed. The African continent doesn’t need mortuary to embalm their dead bodies to embroidery on the man’s face to tragedy from the escape of poverty. Wars and famine cripple people to the Libyan coast My eyes cannot stop crying from crystal pain to the hope of smelling the Italian air to a restaurants kitchens and chewing sausages with aching teeth to the smile of trees. I cannot stop to rap from the rapture of megawatts to millions of liters of water in the stomachs of my African brothers in the Mediterranean Sea. The tastes of salt from their shrouds to toxic urge from irresponsible government to the peril journey to genius hope to share the shepherd candles to candlelight. I march to machinate ugly face in the mirror, hopping to see beautiful faces like butterflies in the morning kissing on the flowers that carry the most attracting iodine. I exculpate them from drawing in my rivers of thinking to river Nile, the magic captivates and castigates the caption in the newspapers where thousands souls perish in the sea. Just because they want to collect the snow to blizzard reply from Europeans soils to swell face, he smiles billions messages to moms and dads which arrow bitter feeling and triggering parents to parenthood. And you prepare your sons cravats in their caskets in your hearts to hypertension jokes, still European countries imaginations tattooed on their faces full of ambitious able body men to ambiguity. He sees life is useless to usher group of tourists to termites and maggots to faded bones in the graves yards to gravity, still you fail to feel how dangerous is the tides with bear feet from East Africa to Eritrea through the desert. The flash of light from Somalia isn’t enough to absorb lesson to lessen the pain on your mother’s faces for the ingratitude of religious denomination. I blame you for the blabbermouths to unattainable achievements through the sea to the seeds by the shipwreck. I mourned you by the mansion to stop marketing the evil to devilish disdain to the night watch. The money that attracted you to action isn’t black in color that colonizes your mind to egocentric hope to affidavit of oath in the name of national pride.