Around one hundred millennia ago
there was a man from Eritrea.
“I run like gazelle and can throw,
a spear to kill was my idea”.
Feed my family, develop a tribe,
with teamwork hunger satiated.
But now too many subscribe,
so it's time we migrated.
No more can we sustain here,
we must find pastures new.
Sadly my time is drawing near,
so son it is up to you.
Wandering north meet Neanderthal
interact with a white skin wonder.
Ice advance, again home we must haul,
and our peace is blown asunder.
Head west we must choose a road,
one way Roman another Viking.
Just another human episode,
to verdant island of our liking.
Ancestral history investigations,
I come across a heritage stat.
67 million in just 25 generations.
I could hardly believe that.
But its true check it out,
two parents and keep doubling.
It soon hits 67 million no doubt,
in just 500 years, could this be troubling?
Well maybe a concern to some,
but when it is all translated.
The probability has become
that we must all be related.
So I book a DNA test place
to investigate my genetic area.
It tells me that there is a trace,
of a man from Eritrea.
OCTAVE:
LORD, this morning, thank you. This SONnet will please, tease, release:
I greet thee, having access to Your throne by Jesus
And His sacrifice on Calvary: We pray against the Virus
With a sunshiny name, an aura of a name, "a garland" ...
Corona Virus, COVID-19, or SARS-Cov-2, Thy Hand
Is mighty and righteous, always Righteous, even in judgment
God of Grace and Love, forgiveness and Provisioning
Forgive me my greed, envy, jealousy, smallness and scheming
SESTET:
I intercede for others now, nations and peoples, as did Moses & Joshua
Ethiopia, guide, teach, help Ethiopia ... leaders there, who are fair;
All of Europe, I know you won't mind some repeats
Bless little Eritrea, so steeped in civil war, now at peace
Bless all peoples in nations that begin with the letter "E"
In heart of America, Ecuador, where we go to Galapagos, as did Darwin ...
We forgive tourists & others as we're forgiven! CORONA time when unity begins
Oh, to move to Ethiopia
Or maybe Eritrea
And if they hadn't changed the name
I'd move to North Rhodesia
There's a bit of heaven in Pakistan
Or the balmy life in Turkmenistan
But why move there when calls to me
Paradise on Earth in Afghanistan
Yet I don't really want to move so far
I can dodge the bullets in Salvador
The gangs in Mexico or Venezuela
And I've simply got to check out Cuba
Of course, there's the Arab world, so friendly
Syria, Iraq, Lebanon and UAE
Then again, I'm both Jewish and Israeli
So none of them can tolerate me
Which leaves our good friends Russia
China and North Korea
Come to think of it though
I've a better idea
I think that I will choose to stay
Life's not all that bad in the USA
Injustice has a name!
Twenty years in prison, detained because he refused to kill
his fellowman in wartime, was against his conscience and will.
Twenty years in prison, arrested without real cause
freedom of conscience there, means nothing at all.
Twenty years in prison, not even charged with committing a crime
With the whole world watching, now they are running out of time.
Twenty years in prison, without even having had a trial
Without any human dignity, experiencing all that is vile.
Twenty years in prison, he's languishing in squalor
government officials not answering, they have no valor.
Twenty years in prison, even warned by the UN and others
but they keep on arresting even children and grandmothers.
Twenty years in prison, subsistence living, no healthy diet
what if it happened here, would everyone keep it quiet?
Twenty years in prison, the world says enough is enough!
Yes injustice has a name...it's called ERITREA!
John Derek Hamilton
January 13,2015
THE ZULU CRIER
Where thou thee
Sons of Afrika
There over the edge is a halo
It's coming to crown the world
He who stands wear it first
So rise up my people, my children
For we had long remain knelt to the giant
That charmeleon, Ananse of our indiference
End him now with the swords of oneness
You Asante man marry that Buganda maid
You Zulu landlord accomodate that Fula
Thee Igbo barter with that Nubian
Yee men, men of this land, I call !
All tribes, all caste of Afrika
Know thy neighbour
Break the land's fences down
And travel the sands and the rocks
From Cape Town to Alexandria
From Capo Verde to Eritrea
And share the goodness, tastes of Afrika
Of our new communism
The twenty firsst revolutionary calls
Now, Now, before the sun downs
With joy and pride.
Awake Mama Afrika !