River Mirror Introspection
I stood by the river, transfixed;
Watching the renegade waves;
The rising and falling of it's pulsating chest;
Frolicking back and forth like a yoyo
The defiant harmatan wind,
Whistling sofly under it's breath
I could not see where the river started
Or where it ended
I looked the river straight in the eyes
And the river stared back at me
Suddenly, realising we were alone;
The fishermen, and all other interlopers haven retired;
As the violent sun recoiled into it's shell
Shielding itself from the gnawing clutch of nightfall
At the background, the resonating shrill
Of estranged crickets and frogs pleading for attention;
Reminding us that other tenants are all eyes and ears
We are the fishermen;
We are the interloppers;
We are the estranged crickets and frogs
Pleading for attention
We are the forgotten dream of a withered continent;
We are the homeless, the poor, the needy and the downtrodden
We are the forgotten dreams of the future generations of Africa
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