David Smalling Poet Verse

The Kindah-Tree

Do your hear across the sky
And running through the Kinda Grove
What no silence can defy
The cocoon man in Ancestor's Grove
The spirits of Old Town awake
And every mortal being
Knees like dry calabash shake
When the Abeng is blowing

I am going to the sacred place
Going to trace my heritage
Going to the Peace Cave for my face
To behold the changing age
It was not for this blaring greed
This selling of foreign trifles
That the ancestors in bushes bleed
And spoke peace to ancestors of the rifles

So here by this tree where Cudjoe's flesh
Embraced the sanctity of earth
Here by this ancient place, zeal unmesh
My tongue to bite my hurt
And tell the Supreme Council truth's way
This Kindah-Tree will rope our necks
And tear our tongues like cloth away
Until we bare us of foreign decks

Then shall I dance when the moon shines
Then shall I hear te drums and smile
Nyame's people in dancing lines
Coming to the Kindah Tree, the wild
Boar turnig on the roasting stick
The hot cane juice frolicking on the mind
The culture recovered brick by brick
 To meet the ancient Kindah Tree design

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