The Kente Rug

The Kente Rug Yet not time for me to say, say mine of thoughts Another rug has been dump into the mud of our thoughts Never to find a stint of a possible usage Now this age has caught up with a heap of disgrace upon it Useless, useless, useful days gone away I am in need of that, that has no usage, to be my pretty Yes, that a man gone amiss in the hands of the dumb Compared to the days gone imageries of tasteless quests, gone once bad My thoughts of him, him and our impatience What we just did, turning the *Kente into a rug Thoughts gone "bsurd One more jewel into the earth A rug disposed after its worth skinned off A soul on the way to the worms festival Today, tomorrow, a day next, when the families takes hold A final day of a Kente rug on the dumps of Sirte or Misrata.