O' Baobab
O' Baobab! O' Baobab! O' Baobab
Ace of the furnace, finest of the dynasty
You strut your breast high
And ply strain against the yearn,
Against the fire, the desire for sigh
Haughty, you stand, before the salvo slivers of the sun
Arms spread, nerve unturned
Embracing every lance, every pierce
Skin dread, you bleed yet your yells seek no heed
Under the cascade of your tears
Blooms the stalk of your poise
O' Baobab! O' Baobab! O' Baobab
Architect of the tart, tingling tickle of the buccal
The drooling sour of the pulp off your carpel
Is a zinger sinking the dimple
The sensation is a finger rubbing in linger
The friction burns, and man quests to quench
He has haggard the mesh of your flesh
With cold steel, to rung him to his feel
Laden, you stand, trodden, bloody
Yet you draw no blame off your scabbard
In the thick your girth cradles to the elixir of life
O' Baobab! O' Baobab! O' Baobab
Talon of the earth, felon beyond girth
The chromel claws of your toes
Rattles brutal before all foes
With the sickle curl of your blades
You plow into the crust
Plunging deep into forbidden zones
Shredding flesh and bone alike
Crumbs of quartz make tell of your sovereignty
You even defy to tap the orange of the molten core
O' Baobab! O' Baobab! O' Baobab
Titan of the land, on whose shoulder I stand
In the dreary clutter of squalls
You nod not your boughs
In the sheer wreathing of every gush
You kiss wary to your arms
Of the temptation of submission
And pride in the flaunt of the alchemic gem
Enshrined in your eternal esteem
The fractals of lightning stripes sleeping in your back
Wardrobe legends of pluck
O' Baobab! O' Baobab! O' Baobab
Sender of omens, harbour of numens
The hunger in the divorce of your jaws
Opens portals to the soul of the land
In the gloom of your yawned mouths
Blooms caves, oracles and shrines
Homes to genies of the land
Predators of whirls across sands
And Grantors of the will of the hand
In the swell of your monstrous shade
Dwells the concord of all life forces
The unison of voices and the accord of choices
O' Baobab! O' Baobab! O' Baobab
Bulb of the vale, whale of the dale
The wrought plumage of your skin
Is a sheen dispersing lines of shine
Along every trail of the fine of sine
Every ray veils you eiffel of the vale
The raven greed in the spread of your arms
Into the vast vicinity of the heavens
The naked of your neon deciduous strip
And the turnip ripe of your promiscuous hip
Is a whip on the optic lobe, a fab off every lip
O' Baobab! O' Baobab! O' Baobab
Guru wama guru , teller of every tale
First of the lands, last to the sands
When the brooks of breath raise dust
And the rocks of robust thirst lay hearth
When whirls of despair sweep cross the sands
And trails of dearth haunt the lands
When the wells of sweat run out
And the swells of anguish pop out
Life will inch unto and ski on the ice of your shade
Rise its chalice high, toss cheers to your kingdom come
O' Baobab! O' Baobab! O' Baobab
Hoary hose of ecstasy, wholly rose of fantasy
The carpet fall of your spring flowers
Powers the native girl child
The grace in the way she picks up every bundle
In the rainbow hem stitched by the throng of thrilled butterflies
She plucks off the white of every petal to unwrap it
In the warming care of her supple palms
She rests and sways it, against her bosom
With gratitude written in her smile
The little being sitting in every flower
Gives barbie no chance into the girl's heart
Copyright © Kunda Chamatete | Year Posted 2016
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