Singing With the Birds
Weaver birds near Escombe, where I was raised ...
Doing their weaving with palm leaves, cut precisely
With little beaks, for bare Acacias across the yard ...
Now nests like fruit: wide downturned mouths - not for hospitality -
But for raising another free generation in RSA
RSA: Republic of South Africa, changing while not!
The more it changes, the more it stays the same
Only the desire for dollars & MacDonalds are taught and caught
Not America's law and order, creativity & efficiency -
We forgive ourselves ... as pastor Anil Kant (YouTube) sings to me
The life of the Spirit speaks loudly, yet without language
"Live for things above, not merely for those on earth;
Whom do you really serve? With equal zeal for Jesus?"
All the wealth - of old the gold, diamonds - of Africa
Won't ever save one human. Hark angels sing to us ....
Copyright © Anil Deo | Year Posted 2019
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