Sorrow Springs In Black Savannah

SORROW SPRINGS IN BLACK SAVANNAH By Immaculata Ortner Sorrow springs in black savannah Where nature proved its pride Silence sting like ancient drone As dark melody rose Winging high in spike like dragon spew As discomfort swells in black souls Our top was not so high Neither was our thoughts wild! When strangers flirt and raid our shores in with minds of wolfish beats Our words and swards were sheath And the voice of our chanting drum was trunk Groaning grey in grievous tones As darkness shades our doomy world They traced our path in search of liquid golds, yet with books untold They crack our walls with no defence, speak with hoot like owl! They create a route of no return Where blacks goods sniveled They cleared our greens and dent Our springs, yet we flinch and flee in fear But though our nights, were doomy dark The sun could rise in place of moody moon if brothers where brothers Our wings could mount the stormy wind if friends we trust where truly friends And the green we have would be truly green if tooth that flashed were purely white Then our tales of pride would glow